Wu Feng blinked, and then the world around him began to change. The kitchen vanished, and Xiao Meiniang completely transformed into a willow tree, drooping as it towered before Wu Feng.
Beside Xiao Meiniang were many other trees. Most of them were willows, but there were also many locust trees.
There was a small river in this forest—or rather, a small ditch. Within that tiny channel, Wu Feng saw a world.
That world was the one Wu Feng had been in before—the world where Wu Feng had been a master alchemist.
Wu Feng finally emerged from that world.
Wu Feng looked around and discovered that some of the willows seemed to be calling out to him.
Wu Feng walked over to one of the taller willows.
Facing the willow, Wu Feng asked softly, "Are you waiting for me?"
The willow seemed unable to speak, but its branches drooped slightly in response to Wu Feng.
"Do you want to be freed?"
Wu Feng suddenly asked.
The willow's branches shook even faster. Clearly, Wu Feng had guessed its thoughts.
The other willows, including the one Xiao Meiniang had transformed into earlier, also swayed, seemingly telling Wu Feng that they all wanted to be freed as soon as possible and welcome their final death.
It seemed that death was the destination these willows yearned for most.
Only the old locust trees remained motionless, their leaves and branches not moving in the slightest.
"All right. I'll free all of you."
Wu Feng knew that the previous illusions had made these willows take on various roles within them, confusing those who entered the land of opportunity.
For these willows, this was a kind of tormenting expenditure. Of course, they wanted to be freed.
Thus, Wu Feng suddenly opened his mouth, and a tremendous force began