In the dead of night, the forest was enveloped in deathly silence.
After the hustle and bustle of the daytime, the forest seemed especially sinister at night, but for Fang Zheng, it was nothing much.
"To be honest, what's the point?"
Fang Zheng walked through the forest with his hands on his head, looking at Haine, who was not far ahead.
"Are you still fixated on that secret technique? Why not just join our World Tree of a Thousand Realms instead?"
"I still need to give it a try, after all, Magicians are stubborn people."
"Then why did you have to involve me?"
Fang Zheng was quite confused because, after discovering the Old Man's corpse in the morning, Haine had approached both him and Hana. Fang Zheng had initially thought Haine had finally come around, but unexpectedly, he had asked them to take care of his sister, Rosalind.
