"Oh?" The Dixiu Tree was extremely surprised, carefully sensing the powerful Red Robed Demon Soul.
It knew the situation in its homeland well, having fallen for over a hundred years. In such circumstances, could there still be Demon Beasts retaining their rationality?
While Flowing Fire was touring the Jiangshan Realm, Du Yu and the Dixiu Tree recounted a simple tale.
This story of mutual dependency moved the Dixiu deeply.
At the same time, Flowing Fire also understood that this Holy Plant was a creature of the Ashen Continent, and had been rescued by Du Yu and others.
"By the way, Dixiu." Du Yu sat down heavily on a leaf, "In my hometown world, the Cold Tree might make a big move.
In the near future, we might experience a fierce battle."
The Dixiu Tree said solemnly: "The Cold Tree is going to invade your hometown?"
"It never stopped moving forward, did it?"
"Hmph." The Dixiu Tree snorted coldly, harboring extreme hatred towards the Cold Tree.
