A Trade

Two bright red Blood Qi streaks flowed around the Treant's arms. They reflected a network of ley lines that looked like human bloodstream inside the arms.

Ten long, slender fingers hung on the thighs. They moved rhythmically as if they were strumming the strings of a zither.

FUH!

The gentle sound of breathing rang in Zhang Ruochen's ears, bringing with it a fragrant wind.

The tree-like hair swayed gently, shaking the heaven and earth space. It made the hollow underground world and even the entire planet tremble.

"We can't go any further," said Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen held his breath and carefully stepped back.

This Treant was no different than any other living being. It had blood and was alive. Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation would not be enough to land a hit on her if she was awakened.