This place lay between the center of Purple Jade Mountain and the Houtu Tribe, at least a hundred thousand li away from the Purple Jade Divine Tree. To the Little Flower Fairies, it truly was quite far.
Especially compared to the Purple Jade Divine Tree where they had once lived: one was right at their doorstep, while the other was over a hundred thousand li away. Which was farther and which was nearer was obvious at a glance.
To the Little Flower Gods, this was practically banishing their Little Flower Fairy race.
But Wu Chu could not plant this giant tree beside the Purple Jade Divine Tree. After all, this giant tree could one day stand shoulder to shoulder with Mount Buzhou. If he planted it too close, would they not have to live beneath its shadow in the future? Wu Chu himself did not mind, but that would be extremely detrimental to the healthy growth of the Purple Jade Divine Tree and the other Spirit Roots in the valley.
The Little Flower Gods wore aggrieved little expressions, while Little Flower Fairies such as Hua Feier and Hua Shier looked equally sorrowful, as if they were saying: Has Senior A Chu stopped liking us? Has he grown tired of us?
What Wu Chu could not bear most was this sort of weak, pitiful, and helpless expression. They already looked smaller than three-year-old children, and paired with those wronged little gazes, their lethality against Wu Chu was simply off the charts. His heart immediately softened.
"Fine, fine! If you won't live there, I'll let the Little Qilin and Little Phoenix live there instead!"
As he spoke, Wu Chu summoned the Little Qilin and Little Phoenix who had been living inside the Primordial Spirit Pearl. The appearance of these surviving members of