If someone else had asked Yi Jue that question, Feng Jun might not have answered at all—what right did they have to question him?
But now, he answered directly. "I suspect this tree is about to undergo nirvana, but I'm not certain. Can plants undergo nirvana too?"
"Plants can undergo nirvana!" Yi Jue nodded with absolute certainty, her eyes exceptionally bright. "But plant nirvana is extremely rare. My Divination reached the same conclusion... this tree may indeed be on the verge of nirvana."
"Please wait a moment, you two," True Immortal Zhuojiu could not help speaking up. "Forgive my interruption, but you mean nirvana, not perishing?"
Yi Jue snorted coldly. "We are not so incompetent as to confuse such obvious terms."
She harbored some resentment toward the Wei Clan. It was not especially deep, but now that they had met face-to-face, and the other party was questioning even her wording, how could she possibly remain polite?
"A tree undergoing nirvana..." True Immortal Zhuojiu gave a bitter smile. He had truly never heard of anything so absurd, nor did his clan possess any records of it. Still, he did not doubt her—cultivators were far more accepting of strange tales and bizarre theories than Blue Star people.
After considering it, he asked, "Doesn't nirvana require the bloodline of a Golden Crow or phoenix? Can a tree possess one as well?"
"You say the strangest things," Elder Qing Huang's Divine Sense descended from above. "Why can't a tree have Golden Crow bloodline? Does land soaked in Golden Crow blood necessarily fail to grow trees?"
True Immortal Zhuojiu cupped his hands and spoke solemnly. "Thank you for your guidance, Elder Qing Huang. I was merely thinking that my clan has cared for this tree with exceptional caution. We could not possibly have been so