Chapitre 699: God

Desolion's delicate little face was full of seriousness as it fixed its gaze at the small bottle in front of it. "Come here... All of you, come over here…"

There was a series of intermittent voices coming from deep inside the swamp. Desolion felt a sense of relief. As a proud little lion, it was really hard for it to eat things that had been spat out from another's mouth.

"Gao Peng, someone seems to be calling us. Let's go and take a look," Desolion said quickly.

Gao Peng didn't expose the proud little lion. He smiled, and the group of familiars explored the depths as they followed the direction to the source of the voice. After walking for about 20 miles, the voice grew increasingly distinctive and clear. 

Finally, Gao Peng saw a white tree. A lonely tree grew in the middle of the swamp, its branches as white as jade, neat and symmetrical. A purple furry thing stood at the top of the tree.