Chapter 1129: Ancestral Tree's Tears

Zhu Minglang felt a tinge of regret.

Such an ancestor tree would not have any dew or Holy Dew, and his desire to revive the Gui'an Flower seemed difficult.

It turned out to be in vain, but Zhu Minglang was not overly frustrated. Some things could not be forced and depended on fate; perhaps he was simply not destined to connect with this ancestor tree.

"Although we stand on different grounds, I still admire deities like you. I also cannot command the winds and summon the rain on The Ghost Mark Star, so I offer you these waters I've collected from other rivers," he said.

Zhu Minglang opened his Qiankun Bracelet and took out a water bag filled to the brim.

Although Zhu Minglang knew that this small amount of water would be insignificant when poured onto the soil of a basin, it was still out of a deep respect for the spirit of devotion to this ancestor tree – after all, one always pays respects when passing by a temple, let alone such a being.