High above, near the very top of the Divine Vitalis Soul Tree, a small but beautifully crafted wooden house rested among the center of thick branches.
Li Feng appeared in a flash of light right in front of the wooden house, still carrying the unconscious Purple Death in his arms in a princess carry.
Her head rested weakly against his chest, and her body remained completely limp.
He looked at the familiar little wooden house with a faint smile.
"Home sweet home…"
Just then, Little Ling sensed his presence and immediately came to greet him.
A small, lively branch sprouted from the wooden wall beside the door, twisting and blooming with soft golden leaves as a cute, child-like voice rang out excitedly inside his mind.
'Master! You're back!'
Li Feng smiled, seeing that Little Ling seemed to be doing well.
Now that she could communicate, he realized just how lively this little tree spirit had become.
