Min Yi grew up in the Seasonal Moon Plane and is more familiar with this place than they are, so asking him seed appropriate. However, he also knew it might not yield any concrete answer.
Sure enough, Min Yi thought carefully and still shook his head.
The trees planted here by the people of the Saintess Sect are extraordinary; if he had seen them, there would be no reason to forget them.
"I don’t know what kind of tree this is, but I know that although this tree looks small, it’s been planted here for at least several thousand years, if not ten thousand."
"Hmm?"
Qian Yizheng and Qian Yi Rong simultaneously made puzzled sounds, and the others also looked at Min Yi.
"Why do you say that?"
"The Cold Iron cave walls outside are thousands of years old."
Min Yi focused on the Cold Iron cave walls. Although he didn’t know the exact age, he had read many books.
"I rember a few years ago, I read a record in the Min Family’s library. Thousands of years ago, the Saintess Sect collected Cold Iron on a large scale, sparing no expense.
At that ti, the Min Family was not surnad Min but Ouyang. According to the records, Young Master Ouyang was extrely talented, cultivating the Power of Frost and wanting to forge a Cold Iron Sword.
But all the Cold Iron at that ti was taken by the Saintess Sect. Patriarch Ouyang specifically sought an audience with the Holy Maiden Sect Leader, hoping to obtain so Cold Iron.
However, the Sect Leader of the Saintess Sect refused, claiming there was no Cold Iron left.
Of course, this is just what I read in the records, and it’s considered an ancient grudge between the Min Family and the Saintess Sect. I can’t verify its truth."
He shrugged, indicating it’s just what he saw in a book.
He couldn’t witness events from thousands of years ago firsthand, so knowing this much is already good.
"So, this tree has been growing for thousands of years and is only this tall?"
The young Qian Yinuo pressed his hand against his head and then moved his palm to where he could see, speaking quietly.
At this rate of growth, in ten thousand years, could it grow as tall as Min Yi?
He glanced sideways at Min Yi, thinking it unlikely. At this growth rate, it certainly couldn’t grow as tall as Min Yi.
"Probably about the sa."
Min Yi nodded, yet he still didn’t know what kind of tree this was.
"I think this tree doesn’t want too many people to pass through; perhaps one person can go in and out."
Upon hearing this, Qian Yizheng compared everyone’s standing positions and the alignnt of the bookcase and the tree, forming a straight line, and thought Min Yi’s guess was reasonable.
"Here’s what I’ll do: I’ll bring the books over, and you take them out."
He thought for a mont and decided that he had to take these books and burn them to ashes.
The major clans might co by at any mont, and it’s unknown when they might discover this place. Now that the stones outside have been handled, if these books were discovered, who knows how the major clans would hide them.
With this in mind, he picked up a stack of books and walked towards the others.
But as he approached the Little Tree, he felt a surge of Original Soul energy coming his way. He leaned back just in ti to narrowly avoid the strike.
’Snap!’
The sound of a whip echoed. Everyone looked towards the direction of the sound and saw a long, deep gash on the other cave wall.
"Hiss!"
Min Yi gasped.
So, it seems these books can’t be brought here?
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