The eyes of Qin Song and Long Jiu were filled with disbelief. They heard a strange trace of pain from Meng Qiu's words.
This pain came from the Spirit Tree.
"I have done so much. I desperately want to become the most powerful Spirit Envoy. As I hope that you talk to me more, but you have forgotten about me. I am so unsatisfied... I am reluctant... ...why those stupid Spirit Envoys can receive your care, but I can't? Even when I betrayed you, betrayed the Soul World, you are still indifferent. In your eyes, what am I..." Meng Qiu's soul had become a bit transparent. He knew that his time was running out. Some words, if not said, could no longer be said.
He didn't care if Long Jiu and Qin Song listened to his own words. He didn't care if they thought of him as a sad loser. He just wanted to get the only answer that had troubled him for thousands of years.
What was he to the Spirit Tree!
