Zhou Leng jumped into the passage, looking around.
This passage was extremely wide, almost twenty or thirty meters high, similar in size to the passageways of the underground city of the Elves.
The difference was that the walls were covered with dense wooden structures.
Some were root hairs, some were the outer bark of tree roots.
Zhou Leng sniffed, and even though this was deep underground, except for the faint smell of soil, it was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees.
The air was rich with life force.
The bark of the Mother Tree emerged from Zhou Leng's collar, growing leaves that gently swayed, absorbing the life essence here.
Zhou Leng looked closely and vaguely thought of a possibility.
"Xiaoyong, do you think this might be a passage left by the roots of the dead Mother Tree?"
Xiaoyong nodded frequently.
"Just as I thought..."
"Chirp chirp..."
