The huge crown of the tree was like a canopy, covering an area of nearly a hundred meters. The trunk alone was as thick as five people hugging it.
A fiery red maple leaf, as red as blood, was pressing down on the ground, even reflecting a trace of blood on the herbs on the ground.
Under the tree sat a man in a white robe. His eyebrows were like his hair, hanging down and dragging on the ground.
His hair had turned completely white, and even his eyebrows and beard were mixed with his clothes. If it weren't for the outline of his jaw, it would be difficult to tell if he was a human or a beast with long hair.
That person's eyes were already covered by his drooping eyebrows, but his skin was still very elastic. Although Mo Ruyue couldn't hear his breathing and heartbeat, she felt that he was still alive, but he had fallen into a state of suspended animation like a turtle.
