Qin Yi looked at the tree a few meters tall with a trunk as thick as a bowl and gray bark, and asked, "Is this the Life Tree?"
Lang Ya coolly nodded.
"Hasn't this tree died already?"
Yun Mengyao said, since the tree was bare without a single leaf.
Lang Ya said, "The Life Tree doesn't have leaves because it doesn't waste water like leaves do."
Speaking, he directly descended from mid-air.
Qin Yi and the others followed him down.
They saw Lang Ya walk up to the Life Tree and, using his fingers like a knife, he lightly made a cut on the tree, creating a slit.
Immediately, milky-white sap began to ooze out from the slit.
Lang Ya took a dried-up water pouch to collect the white sap.
"Is this milk?"
Qin Yi was full of astonishment, as the sap of the Life Tree was nearly the same color as milk.
The slit soon ran out of sap, so Lang Ya made several more cuts.
After more than ten minutes, they surprisingly filled half a water pouch.
"Why not continue?"
