"Did you bring the flame down from the Flame Mountain?" Without answering Chen Jiu's inquiry, the withered roots stared at the flame in surprise.

"Yes, it's my little fire!" "Xiao Gen, if you don't agree with me, you can fight with me again!" Xiao Fire quipped with triumph.

"No, I was rooted petrified, although it gave birth to spirituality, but still with a strong wooden nature, you flame inherently restrained me, I am not your opponent!" The roots of trees are noisy, but they are very self-aware.

"Sure!" Chen Jiu suddenly asked, "Now that you have lost to us, can we go through your territory?"

"Yes, but can you take...