"Wow—"
Listening to the conversation between Wang Qiqi and Master Fuli, Treasure Tree curled up in the arms of the Ba Mountain Mosquito, letting out a wary "Wow" and conveying a thought.
Although I can't beat you and lost my territory to you, I'm an old tree with no medicinal value.
If you make soup out of me, I have no medicinal value.
"When did I say I was going to make soup out of you?" Master Fuli turned around, looking strange as he glanced at the "Wow-ing" Treasure Tree, and said, "I was just planning to temporarily transplant you to the back of the school and let you honestly take classes for me there!"
"But I have some tea experiments that may need your cooperation."
"Wow?"
"Tea" was an unfamiliar term. Although Treasure Tree knew about humans and human society, most of the time, it just poked its roots above the ground for a moment to observe before starting to seek Spiritual Particles across Qinling once again.
