Just then, the Old Ghost Willow branch underwent a strange transformation.
Above the branch, a surge of black mist enveloped it, and almost in the blink of an eye, it covered the entire hall.
Ye Xuan was naturally buried within it.
Gazing into the vast black mist, Ye Xuan wore a look of astonishment and soon burst into wry laughter, saying, "Can you even sense this?"
From within the black mist, a faint snort was heard, and an ethereal voice said, "There is nothing in this world that I cannot sense."
Ye Xuan touched his chin with his right hand while his left hand swiftly clutched the Old Ghost Willow branch. He spoke unhurriedly, "This branch wasn't obtained from you, so you can't just take it back, right?"
The elusive voice chuckled, saying slowly and deliberately, "Rest assured, I am not so petty. Those few branches that fell in the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds detached on their own. Taking them back serves me no purpose."
