Stir-fried pumpkin with northern melon

Upon waking, Jiang Hui found himself to have unbelievably transformed into a willow tree, luckily, he had the Golden Finger by his side.
Looking around, he suddenly had a grand dream, that was to create a powerful tribe that could stand the test of time.
But what's the story with this Stone Village in the neighboring mountain range? And who is this lad named Shi Hao?! Also, what's the deal with those nine worms dragging a massive bronze coffin?!

Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity

Under the serene Green Mountain, Jiang Hui's eyebrows knitted ever so slightly, a sudden feeling of being duped washing over him.


Which was especially the case when he saw the fleeting mischievous smile at the corner of the Willow God's lips, strengthening the thought in his mind.


He must have been deceived by this woman!


The Willow God was definitely messing around with him under the pretense of seriousness.


Who would have imagined that the renowned Ancestor of Sacrificial Spirits would also have this sort of penchant?!


"Are you sure you aren't joking? Your answers seem completely unrelated to my inquiries?"


Jiang Hui spoke in a deeper voice, calling her out directly, feigning a little irritation.


"Alright, alright, I'll stop joking around. It was merely a jest, Mr. Jiang. Is there really any need to get upset? Could it be that you care so much about whether I've ever had a Dao companion?"


Chapter 392: Little Eight Lin Gets Married, Everyone Departing_1