"Foolish Witch Demon, don't look at me with those eyes that play with bones. I said, I possess great Wisdom, Wisdom etched into my Soul!" Tin Wood announced loudly with a deafening voice, "I am not something you lowly beings can compare to; I am the great Tree Sage, Forest Source, Immortal Guardian—Yuketrahill Alhaydon Ximu!"
"You—"
The Witch Demon Elder's expression was as if he were choked, staring blankly at Tin Wood, and after a few seconds, he lowered his head to take a breath, then raised his head to look at Tin Wood, clenching his fists.
The fists tightened, loosened, loosened, then tightened again.
"I beg you," the Witch Demon Elder finally looked at Tin Wood helplessly, "Can you quickly leave this place? I've only got a few hundred years left to live, there are many things I haven't enjoyed yet, I really don't have much time to waste with you. Please go, I'm tired, I want to sleep, okay?"
