The Rootless Wood had truly come back to life.
Though it had sprouted only tiny leaves and flowers, they were enough to prove that it was truly alive.
After leaves and flowers emerged, the Rootless Wood, which had split in two from the top, slowly began to fuse back into a single piece.
Only after half an incense stick's time had passed did the two pieces of Rootless Wood become one again.
Then the Rootless Wood, which had stood taller than a person, abruptly shrank into a little stick no longer than a palm.
The little stick suddenly sprang off the ground and shot straight toward Yang Qing's wrist. Then it wound itself quite naturally around his arm.
From a distance, it looked as though Yang Qing wore a small bracelet on his wrist.
Perhaps knowing that this might bring Yang Qing considerable trouble, the Rootless Wood bracelet paused on his wrist for only a moment before turning back into a little stick.
Then the stick-like object shrank further and flew upward again.
Before Yang Qing could react, he felt a faint prick of pain at his scalp.
The Rootless Wood had actually transformed into a wooden hairpin and slipped straight into Yang Qing's tied-up hair.
After that, it made no further movement.
It seemed the Rootless Wood would remain by Yang Qing's side as a wooden hairpin from now on.
Despite suffering such grave damage, it had still returned from death to life. The name "deathless wood" was truly well deserved.
But at that moment, Yang Qing and the others were not thinking about the Rootless Wood.
Yang Qing turned around, rummaged inside his robe, and placed something in Mo Chong's hand.
"Master Mo, although Mo Yi has now returned to his pure, natural state, his origins are extraordinary,