"Do you understand, Grandmaster Su?" The Daoist Saint slowly lowered the sleeve of his Daoist Robe and adjusted his Daoist Crown. He spoke softly, "We are all over a hundred years old... Even for Grandmasters, after years of constant warfare, we should have long returned to the earth. The only reason we're still clinging to life is because of this."
"The longer one stays in a place steeped in Wood Qi, the more easily one is corrupted by it, causing these Divine Wood Roots to sprout... The others are fine. They aren't stationed here permanently, but rotate in and out. But it's different for me and my two old comrades."
