The great tree was long gone. The place where it once stood was now a field of jagged rubble.
She stumbled forward, already a tear-streaked mess, and began to claw frantically at the rubble, which was as hard as Immortal Gold Divine Iron. Even though she could hear her father, the King, fighting someone else not far away, she didn't spare a glance.
But after digging for a long time, she still hadn't found Ah Liang's body. Ao Xianzhi cried until she had no tears left, sobbing breathlessly, completely overcome with despair.
She collapsed onto the pile of rubble and wailed.
But...
Between sobs, a familiar figure in the corner of her eye caught her attention. He was sitting astride her father's head, throwing one punch, two punches, three punches...
Each punch landed with a deafening, resounding BOOM, like the beat of a great drum.
Huh?
She rubbed her eyes, wiping away the blurry tears, and looked again, focusing her gaze.
"Ah... Ah Liang?!"
