The old man calmly placed his hands behind his back and then said:
"I am the Master of the Upper Teaching, Chen Haidong."
Wu Mouping furrowed his brow, obviously not understanding what the other person was saying: "Master?"
The old man took a few steps forward and looked inside the gathering area, then saw the giant Bronze Tree that had already collapsed, smiled, and said:
"It really is uprooted. You all are quite bold, just uprooting it like that. Do you know what this is?"
"This is the Inheritance Tree, the foundation we rely on to continue. I think someone has to take responsibility for this."
Wu Mouping said with disdain: "Just a Demon, uproot it if you want. And what does the business of our gathering have to do with you, an outsider?"
The old man showed a painful expression, pointed at Wu Mouping and the others with his finger, and said:
"What are you doing? Even if you don't want it, don't uproot it. This thing is precious, losing one means losing one."
