The snapping willow tree was clearly looking to impale him and even with his bronze body, Zou Yi felt it wouldn't be difficult for the willow tree to do so. He couldn't help but wonder why the snapping willow tree was called that way when piercing moves seemed to be its forte. Zou Yi couldn't help but think maybe the name had something to do with its temperament.
Ever since his parent's death, as a means of coping with uncomfortable and scary situations, he started thinking about inane things which slowly evolved over the past five years into an unconscious habit because of how much he did it.
Boom!!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
A sand explosion formed at Zou Yi's former position. Clouds of dust and leaves filled the area along with a strong gust of wind that almost made Zou Liqin and Yu Mei trip.