Complaints
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Everyone returned to the warehouse.
Vannes looked at the dead branches of the sacred tree and the magic array that Fang Heng had set up on the ground. A hint of surprise flashed across his face, and then his expression changed. He walked forward, squatted down, and examined the magic array carefully.
Yule waited carefully at the side.
Half an hour passed.
During the process, Vannes' expression changed several times, and he even reached out to touch the magic array pattern more than once.
Finally, Vannes shifted his gaze away from the magic array and looked at the branch of the sacred tree. His eyes were filled with obvious displeasure.
"Is this how you treat the branches of the sacred tree?"
Mo Jiawei was stunned.
What did he mean?
Still not satisfied?