Phil Sadi

Sadi!

Tree Ancestor—Sadi!!

He lost his composure that easily?

Yin Ming was mildly surprised. He hadn't even reached the heart of the Twisted Treant Clan's territory.

The outskirts of Green Forest were divided into seven regions. He had only set fire to one, and he hadn't even started on the second.

Sadi: "..."

Green Forest was the fruit of over a thousand years of cultivation. How could Sadi possibly stay calm?

A single region held hundreds of millions of his kin and nearly ten thousand Wood Spirits. They were all future members of the Twisted Treant Clan!

Even setting aside the time they took to grow naturally, nurturing that many promising ordinary trees would drain him dry several times over.

One fire, and it all went up in smoke. How many years of work had just been wasted?

"So you accept my terms? Give me what I want, and I promise I'll never set foot in Green Forest again."

Yin Ming gazed at the enormous, pale-green silhouette of a banyan tree. After a pause, he added, "My first three demands are mostly for knowledge. You can give me those right now. As for the Third-Ring Twisted Treant True Blood, you can have someone deliver it later."

Negotiation? You call making demands unilaterally a negotiation?

Sadi steadied himself before speaking again. "Scheming against the Flame-Burners Association was my mistake, but the compensation you're demanding is excessive. I think—"

"Burn!"

Yin Ming wasted no more words.

The flame on his fingertip ignited a tree in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, invisible, transparent fire began spreading through the second region.

With no Wood Spirits to serve as anchors and no living wood to supply energy, the green banyan silhouette dissolved like a bubble.

Yin Ming didn't know how much power