Qin Yue's face grew paler. She stepped back two steps and clenched her teeth. "How can you resist the attack of my Magic Tree Whip?"
"You want to know?" Little Tree glared at her resentfully, "That's because the 'material' with which you made this Magic Tree Whip is my father!"
The 'father' Little Tree mentioned was not Yun Xiao but the treant that gave birth to him. Just like spirit beasts, a treant was able to give birth to offspring once it took the shape of a human being. Of course, those like the tree of life that had to stay within the tree forever and couldn't walk didn't have this ability.
Yun Luofeng's back stiffened, and she coughed up another mouthful of blood. Her dark eyes looked so sad.
She felt sad for Little Tree!
