C848 To Fan the Flames of Internal Strife

The withered bark had long lost its original hardness, and it fell off the tree.

However, the red spots under the bark were even more obvious, and they were emitting a subtle and sharp smell.

"This is …"

Lloyd pretended to be surprised and said to Willa, "Willa, come and smell what this smell is."

Willa walked over and sniffed the air. She suddenly said in surprise