Pure Blood

The little guy’s eyes became round, and his mouth was wide open. “This tiny pagoda isn’t even an inch tall but actually possess such an amazing background? That’s too shocking!”

Following that, he thought of an important question. Exactly what era was the Willow Deity from? Could it be that it personally witnessed the things it spoke of?

If this was true, then this thunder-stricken lightning would truly be terrifying beyond belief.

“Willow Deity, did you personally witness this in the past?” The devilish brat carefully phrased his words, but how could his intentions not be noticed by the Willow Deity.

The charred black tree was quiet. Ten or so green and lush branches danced in the wind. It was peaceful and without movement as it replied, “It was something I heard.”

The devilish brat’s large eyes moved around. The opposing party’s response was a bit too ordinary, almost as if it wasn’t willing to say to much. It made him rather suspicious.