"Well then, he needs to find help."
"If he still has help... then this place cannot be stayed in long."
The strong feeling of vigilance surged in Song Yan's heart.
"It's time to move."
Song Yan stood up, waved his hand and quickly collected the "Yin Mansion Sacrificial Array" flags, placing them into his storage bag, and then retrieved the Nether Tree from the rocks, temporarily placing it in his chest.
The roots were like cold iron frozen in the abyss for a hundred years, entwining tightly as soon as they entered Song Yan's chest, as if giant twisted hands hugging their master.
Of course, if Song Yan wasn't its master, just this hug would have embedded all the roots into his body, beginning to use him as fertilizer to flourish.
Feeling the Nether Tree's "playfulness", Song Yan touched the tree, which hadn't grown any branches or leaves, then lifted his hand to dismantle the arrays one by one from this place.
