"So, there was never a Tree Heart. It was something you created yourself as the Treasure of the Sect eight hundred years ago." Tianmiao smiled.
"That's right." Wei Yunshu grinned mischievously again, "Where did the Tree Heart come from? That tree was just an ordinary big tree. I was bored at the time, so I made up a Treasure of the Sect for some fun, and for writing purposes too. It allowed me to write lots of legends about the Fenglan Sect. Those stories sold very well during that period."
"I figured." Tianmiao wanted to facepalm. This guy really doesn't act like a Great Sect Master at all in certain aspects. Being bored, wanting a story for his books, he created a Treasure of the Sect. It became something everyone in the sect revered as precious, and it spread widely across this world.
Cui Wei was already on the verge of collapse; they had plotted for so long, lost so much, only to take away a fake. No, it was worse than a fake.
There was no Tree Heart, no treasure at all.
