Yuan Zhe was furious, yet a feeling similar to Qing Zhi's unexpectedly rose in his heart: What have I done to deserve this?
Jianmu's essence should never have been refined in the first place, much less used on an old relic like him.
From the Spirit Plant Path's perspective, he felt that being erased by Yuan Hao's Years divine ability would actually be... more economical.
Yet that had always been the conflict in ideals between Spirit Wood Dao and the Spirit Plant Path.
Spirit Wood Dao would stimulate Jianmu, refine its bloodline, and crossbreed plants carrying Jianmu bloodlines for battle.
The Spirit Plant Path, on the other hand, would develop Jianmu's various uses, including making talismans from its essence. To Spirit Wood Dao, that was an enormous waste.
Still, although Yuan Zhe's heart ached, he understood that it was hardly surprising for the other side to choose such a use for Jianmu.
The two paths joining forces was no small matter, and Yi Jue's life or death was involved.
After he shouted it, Yi Jue sneered. "Old thief, you're still probing me at a time like this. Aren't you ashamed?"
There was... nothing wrong with that. Yuan Zhe had not been certain whether it was truly Jianmu essence.
He had shouted it out partly to test her. If he could confirm it, he naturally had ways to deal with it.
Those methods might not necessarily work, but having an idea and having no idea at all were completely different things.
Thus, Yi Jue mercilessly exposed his intentions: even in a battle to the death, he still had not forgotten to probe her. Did he have no shame?
However, faced with her naked contempt, Yuan Zhe felt nothing at all.
He was a cultivator inclined toward combat, with an exceptionally resolute