Li Yang slowly began to speak amidst the expectant gaze of everyone:
"When I was very young, there was a tree outside the window."
Many members sat upright, listening to the story of the Death God in the Extraordinary World.
The childhood of the Death God, when was that?
A thousand years ago?
Or ten thousand years ago?
Perhaps even more distant?
No one dared to think in detail, nor could they imagine.
Li Yang fell into reminiscence:
"Someone once asked me if that tree would bother me, whether I wanted it removed.
I really liked that tree, so the tree stayed.
The tree grew well, its large canopy lush and vibrant.
My neighbors upstairs told me that the tree had grown too large, blocking the sunlight to their homes.
They negotiated with me whether it could be cut down, after all, the tree was of no use to me.
In truth, I was reluctant to part with it, but it indeed held no value for me.
So the tree fell before me."
