Punished By Greed

"Is there a way to extract it if it's not mobile?" Grey asked. The idea of using his mental attack to freeze the consciousness of the tree came to him. If he could extract the juice on his own, then there was no need to kill it. 

"Yes, it's not difficult." The Old man nodded. 

Grey's eyes turned pale blue as he nodded, "Alright." 

He stared straight at the eyes on the tree, and before the Old man looked, it appeared before them, motionless. 

Grey's control over his attacks had grown over the years; now, he could control the intensity of the attack, making sure he didn't kill the tree. In this state, no harm will come to the tree's consciousness, unless he wants to kill it. 

The Old man applauded Grey's efficiency in his heart before extracting the juice.