"My lord... what power!"
A Wen stared at the stone door blasted apart by a single spear strike and swallowed, his eyes filled with shock.
"Nothing special."
Chen Lin replied casually, then probed with his soul mind before flying through the shattered doorway.
A Wen hurried after him.
Their figures flashed.
The two landed in a hazy space. Darkness shrouded everything, save for a little tree about a foot tall nearby, which radiated purple light.
It illuminated a radius of a hundred zhang.
Beside the little tree sat a young man in purple robes. Purple fluorescence flickered between his brows, and his appearance differed greatly from a human's.
He looked exactly like the image of the Purple Wood Tribe's young chief that the young man had shown Chen Lin.
"You're Heta?"
Chen Lin asked calmly.
The young man slowly raised his head, his eyes utterly vacant.
His voice was dry and hoarse.
"Have you come to kill me, or save me?"
"Save you, more or less."
Chen Lin answered offhandedly, then walked beside the little tree and concentrated on sensing it.
A gleam immediately flashed through his eyes.
This thing certainly had something to it. Its aura alone accelerated the circulation of his Natal Runic Inscription and made it more active.
"Do you want it too?"
The young man turned his gaze toward the sapling, a complicated expression on his face.
"What, you don't want to keep it anymore? Isn't this your Purple Wood Tribe's Sage Tree? Can you bear to give it up?"
Chen Lin raised an eyebrow.
"It's not a Sage Tree. It's the source of calamity."
The young man rose from the ground.
Looking at Chen Lin, he said, "The Purple Wood Tribe is gone. I can't protect it. If you want it, you only need to