Shang Yanting slowly approached the direction Jia Xitong pointed to, and the shape of the trees became increasingly complete.
The black textures resembled the shape of a hook tree, emitting a glow during the day.
The enormous tree crown was extremely dense, with many roots hanging vertically from the branches.
They all matched perfectly.
"Wow, it's really the Mist Valley Tree."
Little Raccoon leaned against Shang Yanting's chest, looking at the giant tree in front with a proud expression of "as expected" and "that's so me."
Wan Zhi: ...
At this moment, Wan Zhi was earnestly trying to lower his presence.
However, despite Wan Zhi's desire to remain unnoticed, he was still called upon.
Jia Xitong looked at him, "Can a Mist Valley Branch really guide the way by simply plucking it off?"
"I'm asking you."
Seeing him not respond, Shang Yanting shook the jar in his hand forcefully several times.
"Yes, yes, yes."
