Xiao Xian felt the tree trunk beneath her sway, and she jumped down from the tree, revealing the form of a woman on the peach blossom tree.
"Sure enough, something's odd. Peach blossom tree, are you a demon or a monster?" Xiao Xian circled around the peach tree, her mind wary. The tree wasn't very old, yet it knew how to absorb Spiritual Energy, there must be a reason.
"Little fairy, do not be angry, I am neither a demon nor a monster, I am just a wandering soul residing under this peach blossom tree," the voice of the peach tree was clear and moist, like that of a woman in her twenties.
