Fang ping supported old Wang as they moved forward.
The palace looked strange, but in reality, it was like a small house with a simple courtyard.
There seemed to be tree pits on both sides of the road. Fang ping took a look and looked at the imprisoned di Yue.
"That's right, this is where we took root!"Di Yue replied.
These demonic trees had taken root here in the past.
Fang ping thought for a while and asked,"did you guys take root in ancient times, or did mo Wen sword plant you later on?"
"I don't know,"
Di Yue explained,"we have spiritual intelligence. It was a thousand years ago. Before that, I was just an ordinary tree."
It was hard to tell who planted them.
Mo Wen sword would not explain this.
Fang ping did not ask any more questions, nor did he care about the houses and side halls around him. He headed straight for the main hall.