"If you put it that way, I have to disagree with you." Lou Fei'Er packed up the wood and dug out the soil again. "Those vines in the dangerous area, the plant heart from the Treehouse Defense Battle, and those strange plant monsters... Can you really say they have no consciousness? Maybe the poplars in this world do have their own awareness."
"...Don't say that..." Qin Fu looked pained. "Saying it like that makes me feel a bit guilty, and my efficiency in cutting trees will decrease in the future."
"It's also quite an honor for them to sacrifice themselves to the 'Elf King.'" Xu Xin joked, then said seriously, "Alright, there's nothing in the treehouse that needs to be taken, right?"
"No, I've already packed everything into the backpack." Qin Fu shook his head.
And then, it was time for the repetitive process.
Enter the treehouse, take out the treehouse core.
Dig out the treehouse seed.
