In the Sacrificial Plaza, Jiang Xuan opened his eyes and took a while to collect himself.
He looked complexly at the enormous Divine Vine floating in the sky, seeming to sense its smile.
He was certain that the true identity of the Divine Vine had some close relation to him, but it absolutely couldn't be his mother.
After all, he had been in this world for eighteen years. What kind of mother would be so heartless not to acknowledge him for eighteen years?
Moreover, the style in which the Divine Vine did things was completely different from the mother in his memory. It couldn't be that even personality and habits changed after crossing over, right?
Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan withdrew his gaze from the Divine Vine.
No matter who the real identity of the Divine Vine was, it was beneficial for him; the most important thing now was to win this war.
"Is this the power of the Nine-Color Warrior?"
