This tree was originally just the size of a small sapling, but almost in an instant, the sapling grew into a sky-reaching great tree.
Enveloping Wang Ya within.
The heaven-covering great palm of Ancestral Master Baihe fell, but it was entirely blocked by the great tree.
"Who is it?" Ancestral Master Baihe frowned and shouted coldly.
"Baihe, it's been many years since we last met, yet your temper remains as irritable," an elderly voice rang out melodiously.
Everyone looked up.
They saw, in the northwest direction, an old man coming leisurely, riding on the wind and clouds.
The old man was dressed in a green robe, with a particularly stylish mustache above his mouth.
Forming a curved arc, much like the roots of a Qiulong tree.
His face was gaunt, skin tightly wrapping around bones, with no flesh in sight.
Although the old man appeared so frightening, a rich aura of life surrounded him.
