The three of them stood on the open space, waiting quietly.
The aura in the air became more and more intense, and the consciousness of those ancient trees was also observing Chen Ping and Jiang Xuelan curiously.
There was no hostility at all, it was obvious that Qinghe had already told these ancient trees about their intentions.
After about a stick of incense, an old voice came from the depths of the forest.
The voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of the three of them clearly.
There was no anger or hostility in that voice, only a faint sense of regret and vicissitudes.
“Terran, you shouldn’t step here. The Eldar and the Human Race have long been on the same page, and there is nothing to talk about. ”
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