What About Nine?
Although the old tree had previously told Lora that it would completely perish once the energy transmission was complete, could a deity like the other party really die like ordinary humans?
Despite the old tree's eccentric temperament and sharp tongue, it still regarded her as the successor, and the deity wasn't malicious.
This was why Lora couldn't help but ask.
After a moment of silence, the old tree smiled faintly, and with it, the withered leaves gently fell.
"I will perish, just like my old friends. But my dear, you don't need to feel sorry for me. For someone who has lived for far too long, this is a form of liberation. Besides, being able to reunite with them is a good thing."
Lora looked at the fluttering "butterflies" in astonishment.
"How long have you lived? Will I also end up like this in the future?"