"Tha... thank... thank you, was that just now the Origin Power of the Connecting Sky Divine Wood...?"
Feng Xinqi's eyelashes trembled slightly, her words weak and soft as a gentle breeze.
"You know about it too!"
Ye Tian was extremely frustrated; the Divine Artifact he had just acquired was gone just like that. He subconsciously pinched Feng Xinqi's beautiful cheek, then finally let out a sigh.
"I... I'll return it to you, can you... let go of me..."
In Ye Tian's arms, Feng Xinqi's weak voice came through, struggling a bit, trying to stand up.
"Let... let go of your head, look over there..." Ye Tian flicked Feng Xinqi's head lightly, pointing to a nearby barren, burnt tree.
"What happened?" Feng Xinqi asked in confusion. This man, he had continuously tested her limits.
"You were just leaning against the tree, and it spontaneously combusted, almost turning you, the Phoenix, into a roast bird."
"And that big rock, doesn't the dent look a lot like you? Take a closer look."
