Zhou Xuan heard "Mountain Ancestor" speak and immediately frowned, asking, "Mountain Ancestor, what did you mean by your words just now? What do you mean—I am a deployed Earth Abyss Spirit?"
In these words, it seemed to imply that Zhou Xuan and the Earth Abyss had an intricate connection. As the main person, he naturally cared about the underlying meaning beyond the surface.
Just as Mountain Ancestor was about to speak, the roots of the ginkgo tree were being pulled out of the ground, one by one, constantly whipping toward "Mountain Ancestor."
"Snap, snap!"
Those tree whips, like a storm, lashed at "Mountain Ancestor," much like the knives dancing as if chopping meat, flying up and down, leaving afterimages.
Mountain Ancestor almost fainted, overwhelmed by pain, grasped a brief moment to speak: "The thing in the Earth Abyss fears I might spill secrets, save me... save me... use every means to destroy that brain."
