"Are you willing to listen to me now, Senior?" Huang Ye asked with a half-smile, looking at the old tree spirit.

The old tree spirit nodded eagerly, its leaves rustling.

Even though the symbol had dissipated, the old tree spirit dared not launch a sneak attack. This little rascal was too strange, and it wasn't confident it could kill him in one strike.

If it truly angered the little rascal, it would face utter destruction.