Her eyes glimmered with venomous light, glaring fiercely at the white fruit on the towering tree. Zhao Yan said resentfully: "Do you have to choose your own master? No, I absolutely cannot let you do this. Just wait, I will definitely not let you do this!" With that, her figure flickered and she rushed to the base of the towering tree again. She murmured softly: "Ancestral Tree, you must protect Zhao Yan. Only Zhao Yan can bring eternal peace to the Asura clan!"