“Eh? Sell himself?!” Man Man said while staring at Ji Hao with a pair of sparkling eyes and dragging his sleeve, “Ji Hao, they want that old wood to sell himself!”
At that moment, a magical light was glowing in Ji Hao’s eyes. After drinking that cup of ten-thousand years old cyan stone milk given by Candle Dragon Gui, his eyesight was improved largely, now as sharp as a dagger. Swiftly, Ji Hao scanned through every corner of that old tree man’s body with his pair of glowing eyes. The texture of that old tree man’s body was as rough as all ordinary trees and covered in suncracks; nevertheless, Ji Hao had also seen that the edge of every crack on his body was twinkling like jade or pearls, and his cyan-purple colored tree trunk under the rough tree bark was as beautiful as the greatest jade.
What had even caught more attention of Ji Hao were those sticky, green teardrops that had been ceaselessly gushing out of the old tree man’s eye sockets, which had a dense, attractive aroma.