A Second Type of Lost One

The old treant, Ye Changchun, saw Zhang Ping standing as if he faced a formidable enemy, fully on guard. He immediately shook his massive body and laughed. "Hehehehe, don't be nervous, little friend. Don't be nervous. I mean you no harm."

To show his sincerity, he simply sat cross-legged on the ground. Dense roots plunged into the soil, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a great tree.

This form was clearly difficult to move in. If Zhang Ping were a malicious enemy with some powerful attack, Ye Changchun would not even have a chance to dodge.

Seeing this, Zhang Ping relaxed slightly and asked, "Elder, may I ask what you need?"

"Hehehehe, it's just that I haven't seen a young person come to such a remote wilderness in a long time. I couldn't help coming over for a chat. I'm terribly sorry. It seems I frightened you," Ye Changchun said with a smile.

The Endless Mountains were fraught with danger. Even wild men were rarely seen here.

Ye Changchun had not seen a living person for a full five years.

He had originally dwelled on a distant mountain. He had jumped over from that mountain only because he saw Zhang Ping.

"It's fine, it's fine. I was a little startled, but it's actually all right," Zhang Ping said with a strained smile.

What he had wanted to say in the second half was: At least... I wasn't scared to death.

Just imagine it: a giant treant over twenty meters tall trapping him, then slowly walking toward him step by step. How terrifying was that scene?

He had nearly thought he was about to reach the end of his story.

Ye Changchun burst into laughter again. Even he did not know why he was laughing. He was