Seeing the frizzy hamster finally go off to chop down the tree, Ji Yan felt completely relieved.

Although the old man, the Azure Sword Saint, was a bit old, not as good-looking, and couldn't beat him in a fight, his suggestions were quite useful.

Unaware of the tyrant's thoughts, Shen Jiao, having unleashed her inner strength, lost control of her attack. With a single swing of her axe, the tree trunks, as thick as two grown men's waists, crashed to the ground with a loud crash, startling the birds in the forest into a cacophony of chirping.

She was startled by her own power, but to be honest, she felt a little smug. However, she had only just stepped into the sect and she had already damaged the greenery. She was so sorry. She promised to come and plant trees tomorrow.

Shen Jiao felt embarrassed to damage the greenery any further and planned to turn back to continue arguing with the tyrant. However, she discovered that Ji Yan didn't need to be coaxed at all. The chuunibyou boy was all smiles again. Why was he happy again?

After thinking it over, she tentatively asked, "So, His Majesty originally wanted me to cut down trees?"

Ji Yan: "Otherwise what?"

Why the hell didn't you explain it more clearly?!

Shen Jiao: "..." Hehe, I won't say who the clown is.

...

After the tyrant calmed down, Shen Jiao found that the Qinglang Sword Saint was still standing in the same spot. A dozen mosquitoes were swarming his face, but he remained as steady as an old dog. She couldn't help but sigh that this old senior brother not only had a very nice back and spine, but also unparalleled composure.

But why does he look so raptured and sweet while gazing into the distance? All he sees in the distance are trees, nothing but trees. What's so enchanting about that? Mosquitoes are practically sucking his skin dry; what's so sweet about that?

She doesn't understand the world of people in their seventies.

Could it be that the trees in this forest were planted by Qinglang Sword Saint's first love when he was young?