There was a large tree in the right corner of the Qinghuo courtyard, a large tree that looked quite a bit older.

The tree is gnarled and powerful, with its branches pointing to the sky, and even in the middle of winter, it carries a sense of sharpness.

But this is not the reason why Wei Luo cares, what he cares about is Yan Huai Jing's next sentence, after hearing it, not only did his face go black, his hands were trembling with anger.

"This big tree over there is really ...