Yu Qingyi was cultivating in the Ancient Wood Forest when Yang Zhenshan found her; she had just transformed an ancient tree into a treant.
The gigantic treant looked somewhat clumsy as it surveyed its surroundings, and upon seeing Yang Zhenshan, it actually made a move to attack.
"Don't be afraid, he's one of us!" Yu Qingyi quickly stopped the treant, not because she feared it would harm Yang Zhenshan, but rather that Yang Zhenshan might scare the treant.
This treant had just been born, its intelligence still in an uncomprehending stage, acting only based on instinct.
However, the treant was extremely obedient and close to her, and as soon as she spoke, it relaxed and curiously looked at Yang Zhenshan.
Yang Zhenshan paid no mind to the treant and handed a porcelain bottle to Yu Qingyi, "Look, what is this?"
"Nine Tripod Divine Pill!" Yu Qingyi accepted the porcelain bottle and said directly.
"How did you know?" Yang Zhenshan was slightly taken aback.
