The Tree Begins to Evolve

"This time our goal is not high. We will collect some spiritual flowers and herbs, and hunt a few mutated beasts by the way." The burly young man chuckled, clenched his fists, and showed a bloodthirsty smile on his face. He glanced at the young man coldly. The thin young man in black who was leaning against the big tree did not speak, but there was no concealment of the trace of ridicule flashing in his eyes. Hunting mutated beasts? Humph, even though he now has five thousand psychic powers, he still doesn't dare to win easily.