C290 The Innate Breath Soil of the Ultimate Yang Fruit Tree.
"How about this, Patriarch, I will save the fruit tree, can you let me go?" Wu Xiaoming didn't want to be trapped in this terrifying warmth. The Primal Continent was his home, and he had been away from home for too long.
"Alright, but I won't send you out. As for whether you can return to the Primal World, that will depend on the heavens." The beautiful woman closed her phoenix-like eyes