Come.

It left people baffled.

"By the way, how has Sister Wang been lately?" Zhang Ze asked casually.

Xiangxiang replied, "She's doing well. She says she really likes the Four Continents now; it feels like a dream." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

As they talked, Zhang Ze, hands in his pockets, followed Xiangxiang's lead, using the Inch Formation Technique to head toward a land bridge.

The land bridge was not naturally formed; it was shaped by mana.

Medicine King Valley and the Western Barbarians built this land bridge at the weakest, narrowest part of the wasteland in the Central Continent to connect the two places.

In some past time, this land bridge was still in use, but ever since Great Valley Master Qin emerged, it has been out of service.

After all, on the other side of the land bridge lies the territory of the Holy Tree Division.

There must always be an attitude toward guarding against thieves.

When they crossed several valleys and reached the entrance of the land bridge, looking at the scene to the west, Zhang Ze couldn't help but exclaim.

"Wow, no wonder Valley Master Qin keeps longing for that thing; such a divine object right under one's nose is bound to make anyone envious."

The land bridge was long, with no end in sight, but the divine object at its end was clearly visible.

A giant golden tree rose from the distant mist, straight into the sky, towering and earth-shattering.

That was the Sacred Tree of the Western Barbarian Race of the West Continent.

Its existence could satisfy anyone's mysterious fantasies about legendary giant trees; compared to it, the giant trees of Spirit Deer Valley and the Mother Tree of Chang State were mere saplings.

This thing stood tall here, it would be strange if it didn't inspire belief.

Honestly, if it wouldn't cause a diplomatic incident, Zhang Ze would've loved to pluck a couple of leaves, take them home, and display them for good luck and fun.

"Wow..." The Junior Sister, seeing it for the first time in person, felt the same way.

Although she had seen images of the sacred tree before, no image, no matter how realistic, compared to the impact of seeing it in person.

The tree exuded an indescribably mysterious aura.

"Let's go, someone is waiting for us over there."

Zhang Ze tapped the Junior Sister on the shoulder, hinting for her to look over there.

At the entrance of the land bridge, a group of people were waiting for them. Judging by their attire, several were cultivators from Medicine King Valley, while the rest were people from the Holy Tree Division.

To be honest, Zhang Ze was quite disappointed, because he thought people from the Holy Tree Division should look more special.

Wearing cryptic clothes, carrying mystical artifacts, with branches sticking out from their hands and heads, looking like they'd cast spells on you and your ancestors if you offended them.

The barbarians he had seen in his previous life mostly looked like that.

However, the few before him, aside from slightly darker skin and battle patterns etched on their exposed skin, otherwise had none of the Eastern Continent people's stereotypes of barbarians; on the contrary, they were excessively trendy.

If they were thrown into a King of Fighters game, they'd fit right in as a new character team.

As both sides curiously observed each other, a female cultivator from the other group came forward.

She wore the plain white attire of Medicine King Valley, with a gentle expression and her hair braided into a long plait down her chest, with the aura of an innately gentle wife and mother. Combined with her identity as a Medicine King Valley healer, the impression was potent.

Before Zhang Ze could greet her, this sister quickly ran over, embraced the Junior Sister, and buried her head in her bosom.

"Let go, let go... let go, I can't breathe," the Junior Sister struggled to break free from the embrace, but the suppression from the realm made her unable to move.

She never thought she'd have a day where she'd be "suffocated by breasts" too; she was usually the one "suffocating Zhang Ze with breasts."

The female cultivator, however, didn't seem to intend to let go. She continued to hold the Junior Sister, patting her head.

"You've grown so much in the blink of an eye; Mommy misses you so much."

Mommy?

Zhang Ze wore an eating-melon expression, about to dig deeper into this Old Ascender's secret history, when the Junior Sister directly cast a Sword Talisman to break free.

The sharp Sword Qi turned formless beside the female cultivator, who also stepped back, frowning as she looked at Chen Qin, utterly perplexed.

"Mommy remembers you being a cultivator from the Beast Taming Sect, so why would you use methods of the Sword Sect?"

Junior Sister, "..."

Hearing this, realizing it was a misunderstanding rather than an earthshattering super gossip, Zhang Ze sighed in disappointment, putting away his spectator mood. He stepped forward, lightly cleared his throat.

"Senior Ruyue, you've got the wrong person. This isn't your eldest daughter; she's from the Sword Sect. This one is your daughter."

Saying that, Zhang Ze picked up a little walnut, connecting it to Li Yueqi's communication.

"What the heck, I'm busy here."

On the other end, there was a chaotic noise, occasionally mixed with the sounds of yawns and screams of "give me back my hair."

"Nothing much, just a bit of a misunderstanding here, and I've met your real mom."

Zhang Ze stepped aside, allowing mother and daughter to see each other through a small projection, but the scene wasn't as heartwarming as expected.

Li Yueqi opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, finally blurting out, "Hello, Auntie."

Qin Ruyue had a confused look, her gaze wandering between Li Yueqi and Chen Qin, muttering quietly that this one was cuter, so surely this is her real daughter, or some other odd remark.

To prevent the already limited love within the Li Family mother-daughter pair from completely disappearing, Zhang Ze pretended there was a bad signal and directly disconnected the call.

"Uh... if there's no other program, shall we go see Grandma?" Zhang Ze cleared his throat, changing the subject.

The Holy Tree Division barbarians who came to greet them exchanged glances. A moment later, a young man who seemed about the same age as Zhang Ze stepped forward, saluted Zhang Ze, and said in fluent Eastern Continent language, "This way, please."

The young man's voice was somewhat low, as if he was intentionally suppressing it to speak.