The divine tree in Wind-Soul City was enormous as well. The whitest section of its trunk was as thick as a gigantic mountain, and its branches were far from small either. The tree looked like a white octopus baring its claws, occupying the central area of Wind-Soul City.
Interestingly, the divine tree in Wind-Soul City did not grow lush and leafy. In fact, it had very few leaves. It was not that it had no leaves—apparently, they all grew over the body of the divine tree, making it look fuzzy, as though it were covered in willow catkins.
Palaces had been built all over the divine tree in Wind-Soul City. The area around the divine tree was off-limits, and many disciples patrolled outside it. The immortals in the city would not deliberately trespass into the tree's territory either. There must already have been an understanding between them.
Wuxiu did not immediately head toward the palace buildings on the divine tree. After glancing at the palace gates reached by a winding road made from the tree roots, he turned back and began saying something to the dozen or so disciples in the Spirit Convergence Realm. A group of Wind-Soul City guards soon descended in front of them as well, seemingly there to take over whatever he had been saying.
Just as Lingzhao and I were hiding in an alley and watching, Lingzhao tugged at me. "Dong Ren..."
"Hm?" I couldn't help shivering, but when I turned to look at her, I found four immortals who looked no older than us standing behind us.
These immortals wore wicked smiles at the corners of their mouths. Their eyes were bleary with drunkenness, and they had clearly drunk quite a bit. They breathed out mouthfuls of hot air, staring at Lingzhao with undisguised drooling