The silence in the tree's cave shrouded her, as if she felt that he was somehow angry.
Although he wasn't really angry.
Living to this age, there would be little things that could anger him.
Sima You Yue turned around, all she could see was the tree crease.
"Am I supposed to comprehend some principles from here?"
She slowly sat down, the soft leaves gave out a faint fragrant that made her relax after smelling it.
"Tree crease, tree crease, what principles can there be in tree creases?" She stared at those tree creases, but tree creases are tree creases, she didn't see any difference.
At the same time, in another tree cave, Han Miao Shuang and Xu Siao Siao were also trying to feel, but the difference between them and her was, they were in a mirage, what they saw was a different environment and not the original crease she was looking at.
"Qing Yi." Little Seven climbed on a tree branch, calling out to the person beside her.