In the Western Continent, in the territory of the Tree People, there is a giant tree with a similar appearance to the sacred tree of the Eastern Continent.

The three elders of the tree people were distributing the scarce spiritual liquid produced by the mother tree to each of their members.

Looking at the dull branches and leaves and the limited spiritual fluids on the remaining twenty or so tribesmen, the three elders felt as if their hearts were being stabbed by a knife.

They stared at each other for a long time, but didn't say anything. They just pretended to be calm, forced a smile, and distributed the spiritual liquid they had been waiting for for a long time to the tribesmen.

The amount of spiritual liquid is really too little. The mother tree has suffered great damage in recent years, and the spiritual liquid production is getting lower and lower every year. The elders don’t know when there will be no more spiritual liquid.

But today they all tacitly took out their own portion of the spiritual liquid and quietly added it to the tribesmen's share.

After all, it was their uselessness as elders that caused the tribe members to live like this.

Suddenly, the three elders all felt a familiar magical fluctuation in the distance at the same time.

"This...this..." The great elder Aram was so excited that he stuttered a little.

He cast an expectant look at the other two elders, wanting to confirm something with them.

The third elder, Orton, and the fourth elder, Ashley, were equally excited. Looking at the first elder's expression, they knew that their feelings were correct.

He quickly handed the spiritual liquid to the tribesmen who were still waiting, and then excitedly rushed to his destination without any explanation.

The tribesmen who were left behind were confused. Before they could rejoice over the hard-earned spiritual liquid, they subconsciously ran to catch up with the three elders.

"What's going on? It's been so many years, are there enemy invasions again?" A tree man with a thicker trunk asked in a rough voice.

"It doesn't look like it. The elders all have happy expressions on their faces." An old tree man comforted him.

"After so many years, is there still any happy event happening in our tribe?" another old tree man said self-deprecatingly.

After hearing his words, the tree people were speechless for a moment, and simply stopped talking and continued on their way in silence.

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Here, the three elders quickly rushed to a forest not far from the mother tree.

This forest is very large, even larger than the holy lake of the tree people in the East Continent. The trees in the outer circle are of varying thicknesses, all stretching out slender branches and leaves, crowded together, competing to grow.

The trees in the inner circle are somewhat different. Most of them are two or three meters tall, standing tall and majestic like soldiers standing in battle formation.

The place where they took root was very strange. They took root in a circular shape, leaving a large circular open space in the middle.

At this moment, a magic circle exactly the same as the one in the center of the holy lake suddenly appeared in the circular open space, shining brightly in the sky that was gradually darkening.

The three elders' guess was confirmed.

Although they were very happy to see the magic circle restarted, they stopped smiling after entering the woods and looked at the conspicuous tall old tree in the middle of the inner circle with sad eyes.

The bark of the old tree was black and cracked with countless lines, which looked like scales. When the wind blew, the branches made an old, weak sound.

What Lingling and the other two saw when they were teleported from the East Continent was the three old tree people standing there in a daze, immersed in sorrow.

Lingling, who was still being held by Amos, was not afraid of strangers and was the first to break the sad atmosphere with her baby voice, "Ahh? (Who are you guys?)"

Hearing this tender and unique voice, the three elders finally came to their senses. After the light of the magic circle dissipated, they could see the scene in the center of the magic circle clearly.

A baby + an adult tree man + an old tree man, and when you look back, it's gone.

After taking a closer look, the old tree man looked quite familiar. Ashley was the first to call out, "It's Blue!"

Blue was still immersed in the palpitations before being teleported. When he heard someone calling his name, he was a little confused. He looked closely and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "Aram! Orton! Ashley!"

Lingling looked at the excited Blue, and pulled the branch of Amos who had just come to his senses, "Ah? (What's wrong?)", and then got a tree man face with a puzzled expression that was not much different from hers.

Amos originally wanted to enter combat readiness the moment he landed, but his two teammates, one planned to launch a cute baby light wave, and the other planned to perform a tearful scene of old friends meeting, so he had no choice but to withdraw all his defenses.

However, looking at the three old tree people opposite him who had the same racial characteristics as him, he did not feel on guard and simply waited and watched.

At this time, Blue had already walked out of the magic circle first and headed towards the three old tree people. Halfway through, he remembered that he had a family to bring with him, so he turned back and called Amos.

Amos looked at the forgetful elder speechlessly. Without saying anything, he continued to hold Lingling in his arms and followed Blue to the three old tree people.

"Ah~ (Hello~)" As usual, it was the lively Lingling who greeted them first.

The three elders had calmed down by now and looked at Lingling kindly. Although they were puzzled as to why Blue and the others were bringing a human baby with them, they still extended their thinner branches and touched her little hand as a response.

Feeling their friendliness, Lingling grabbed their branches with her backhand and did not let go. She pulled them into her arms and gently stroked them one by one with a cute smile.

Aram felt the baby's tender palm and felt something strange in his heart. He calmed down and greeted Blue: "Blue, long time no see."

"Aram, long time no see, woooo." Blue came closer and became even more excited. He could hardly control his tears of excitement, and two small streams of water suddenly flowed down the tree trunk.

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