C345 Wooden Box
Hearing the words of the ancient tree, Hua Hsing finally stopped in his tracks. The little mouse perched on his shoulder, smiling as it gazed at the old tree.
“What exactly is this place?” Hua Hsing asked directly, posing his first question.
The ancient tree pondered briefly before replying in a deep voice, “This is a cursed land.”
“A cursed land? Who cursed it?” Hua Hsing continued to inquire
