Chapter 222 Little Qing Starts the Meal

Little Blackie nibbled reluctantly a couple of times before scurrying off into the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven.

"Fellow Daoist..."

The Demon Tree was now reduced to a one-zhang length of Blood Wood, stippled with bloodstains. It seemed as if muscles were still writhing within, presenting a rather spine-chilling sight.

"Please spare me a way out, Fellow Daoist... If this old one manages to survive, I am willing to serve as a servant by Fellow Daoist's side for the rest of my life..."

"There's no need, Fellow Daoist. Rest easy,"

Ning Daoran raised his eyebrows slightly, "Rest assured, Fellow Daoist's remains will accompany me in another way, Ning won't let you down."

As he spoke, he exhaled a breath of Samadhi True Fire, instantly causing the trunk of the Demon Tree to tremble and shake, cursing up a storm.

About an hour later.