"Masta, normal mystic energy doesn't do anything for me. What I need is the purest mystic energy produced by heaven and earth, or the mystic energy essence resulting from a person's cultivation. The denser and richer it is, the more effective it will be for my recovery!" As it spoke, its two small black, beady eyes intermittently swept towards Mo Lian.
Qiao Mu directly flicked the sapling's forehead without holding back!
This cheeky sapling was still hankering after Mo Lian!
With his intelligence, when Mo Lian saw the sapling's behavior, he recalled back to that time in Qinghe Town, when a tree vine had stealthily crept onto his wrist to absorb his mystic energy.
That time, it must have been this little treant's doing.
