C526 It Was Unknown Whether It Was Good or Bad

Throughout this time, the Clouded Tree was in a state of considerable discomfort, its gaze unwaveringly fixed on Zhao Xiaoqi, who was seated cross-legged nearby. Zhao Xiaoqi's face was a picture of uncertainty, his expressions fluctuating rapidly, changing faster than the pages of a book. It was an impressive display of emotion, yet no one could discern the true feelings of the Clouded Tree