The millennial tree spirit opened its gaping maw, and Miao Qingqing, Bei Dou Yan, and over ten others flew out from it, their bodies still protected by a faint purple glow.
"Qingqing! Chi Huang! Xue Feng!"
Upon seeing each familiar face, Feng Wuchen was overjoyed, and his anger dissipated.
"Big Brother Feng!" Miao Qingqing waved happily.
The millennial tree spirit didn't lie; not one of them had perished. They were all alive and well.
However, what puzzled Feng Wuchen was the motive behind the millennial tree spirit's actions.
"You brat! I was just kidding with you, and you took it seriously!" the millennial tree spirit complained, glaring at Feng Wuchen.
"Qingqing, are you all unharmed?" Feng Wuchen asked, finally heaving a sigh of relief. He had indeed been frightened just now.
Anyone who had seen what had just happened would have been unable to hold back their rage.