Ripples

"Me?" The little girl pointed at herself, blinking as she opened her mouth, "I'm here for a… uhm… uh… almost a hundred thousand years."

Davis's brows raised, "Then why haven't you left yet? Isn't it boring and lonely here?"

"Hhmhm~ Mother said that I can only come out after I become an imm-"

The little girl lowered her head and sadly uttered but abruptly narrowed her brows like him.

"You… you're conning me, aren't you?"

"Aha, of course not. In fact, if I wanted to con you, wouldn't I ask for more fruits?"

"Ah? Yes."

The tree girl took her stretched head back, her expression churning with confusion.

On the other hand, Davis was truly shaken. This tree had a mother?

That kind of existence could be at the Immortal King Stage or even at the Immortal Emperor Stage.