356 Ayumu's Circumstence

Golden Wise Tree, the same tree he had just fought and ultimately ended its breathing cycle. The ancient being that proud of itself for being wise despite the words that it used were otherwise producing the opposite effect. With those small fists of his and a pair of his tail, he used the very life of the famous tree to enhance his sentient sword, Scarlett which in the process brought about the attention of all the participants in the plane.

Lyon froze as he stood with his feet turning cold. The woman he was hugging in the intention of making her heart calm down was in fact looking for the ancient being that he killed just a while ago before meeting her. He lost for words with his smile turned wryly.

"Ayumu, you can forget about meeting the Golden Wise Tree in this plane," said the lady with the purple lips pointing upward. She knew she had the upper hand in the conversation over Lyon whose fate was at the flick of her tongue.