In the sea of spiritual consciousness, the ancient tree roared in dissatisfaction. This time, Chu Mo didn't indulge its temper, directly retaliating with a spirit storm. The ancient tree instantly trembled and its leaves fell to the ground. It dared not act wildly towards Chu Mo anymore.
"Let's go," Chu Mo said to the woman.
Upon reaching the edge of the village, the woman looked at the fallen leaves with a hint of surprise and sadness, then quickly departed.
Soon, the two of them left Xiaohe Village, traversing at least several dozen li. Seeing that the woman wasn't out of breath and her complexion unchanged, Chu Mo asked with a smile, "Aren't you tired, sister?"
The woman shook her head: "This distance isn't tiring."
"By the way, I still don't know your name, sister," Chu Mo looked at the woman. "My surname is Chu, my name is Mo."
"I'm called Ye Qing," the woman said softly. "Ye as in leaf, Qing as in the color blue."
