Kept in the Poisonous Pill’s World

The Wutong Tree's leaves rustled as they came into contact with each other. The emerald green leaves fell to the ground one after another.

Its face was made up of tree bark. It squeezed the leaves together and asked probingly, "Master, are you here to leave a mark?"

"No..." Ou Yangming answered without thinking. At this moment, he did not want to deceive the Wutong Tree. He only had a thought-provoking smile on his face.

Although the Wutong Tree felt regretful, it was good at keeping its composure. How could it be described? It did not show its emotions. The Wutong Tree simply shook the leaves to show that it understood. It looked into the distance, and its eyes were unusually hollow. Nonetheless, in the depths of this indifferent gaze, there was more or less a trace of regret.