The tender leaves of the old locust tree fell rapidly. In a moment, the once lush and leafy tree became completely bald, as if it had completed its entire life journey in an instant.
Zhao Shisan, lost in thought, stared at the old locust tree. The green leaves that once covered her body remained untouched.
Time seemed to freeze in that moment.
Suddenly, Zhao Shisan felt a slight tremor in the leafless old locust tree. It then slowly dissipated in the air, leaving no trace.
Turning abruptly, Zhao Shisan stared at Ye Xiaowei. "Did you just use the entire vitality of this old locust tree for that one sword?"
Ye Xiaowei nodded without saying a word.
Zhao Shisan was astonished. She had heard of such secret techniques but never expected to witness it from her junior brother.
"Interesting."