What more can be said?
Even Li Ye was powerless.
Should he blame himself for raising the child too well?
"Alright, alright."
"I agree to let you go."
He could only helplessly cradle the magnolia in his palm, using his power to help it divide—each petal carried a trace of his original spiritual power.
The petals drifted, fluttering towards the place where Li Ye had scattered the branches of Jianmu before.
During this process, Li Ye was still contemplating.
How to choose suitable "people."
It's just like in many stories, where Immortal gods would set trials, and only those who pass can obtain treasures, can receive the rewards of the Immortal gods.
It's not that the Immortal gods truly have a mischievous nature.
But such selection is largely about finding those who have the destiny and "luck" to endure tribulations and hardships.
Li Ye was no exception.
He couldn't just randomly bestow the treasures.
