C1551 Method of apnoea

The soul of the ancient tree laughed heartily. Wang Shuo didn't ask him what he was laughing about, merely sitting there and waiting.

The laughter abruptly stopped, and the soul of the ancient tree looked at Wang Shuo, "Speak."

Wang Shuo nodded, "Saint Lord."

"Saint Lord?"

The soul of the ancient tree changed its expression, and said after a long while