After seeing Xiao Jin start to tremble comfortably, Wang Zheng temporarily put aside his distracting thoughts.

Looking at Xiao Jin, who had been packed up and had really moved his "home" away, Wang Zheng picked up the golden tree, which was half the height of a person.

Feeling the rich fruity aroma lingering around his nose and the abundant spiritual energy constantly emanating from him, Wang Zheng suppressed his inner urge to eat and secretly swallowed.

Upon discovering that Xiao Jin was carrying so much stuff, including such a thick tree, yet it was actually much lighter than he had imagined, Wang Zheng was filled with awe.

He wanted to part the canopy above it to see if it really was a storage space as he thought, but he was afraid of ruining the trust that had been built up so hard, so he could only give up after a wry smile.

"Forget it, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, so there's no need to rush."

Wang Zheng shook his head, comforting himself, and then summoned the Crimson Cloud, which soared into the sky and quickly rose to the heavens, disappearing in the blink of an eye with a streak of crimson light.

The once turbulent dense forest instantly returned to tranquility after Wang Zheng's actions.

A long time passed.

Some of the beasts that had previously fled returned, drawn by the lingering fresh fruity scent. They wandered around the suddenly cleared area in the jungle, hoping to scavenge some of the remaining spoils.

As more and more strange beasts gathered, they began to fight amongst themselves, but all of this had nothing to do with our young master Wang.