Walk Right into The Trap (1)

In the Soul World, there was a big broad man, dressed in a black light armor, sitting up straight on the ground under the Spirit Tree. The lofty tree behind him soared high up into the clouds, whereas its thick and sturdy trunk was as broad as a skyscraper. Its packed leaves were glowing with faint light, overlapping with each other, as if it was a huge umbrella.

The man had a calm expression on his face with a pair of dashing eyebrows projecting an aura of dignity. He looked tough and handsome, seemingly to be in his early thirties.

"Lord Meng Qiu." A spirit envoy, dressed in a black armor, walked towards the Spirit Tree and bowed to the man with his waist slightly bending forward.

Meng Qiu turned his head over slowly and looked indifferently at the spirit envoy. A low and deep voice came under the Spirit Tree.

"What is it?"