Min Yi grew up in the Jiyue plane and was familiar with this place than they were, so it was appropriate to ask him, but he also knew that he probably wouldn't be able to tell the reason.
Sure enough, Min Yi thought about it carefully and shook his head.
The tree planted here by the Saintess Sect is obviously extraordinary. If he had seen it, there is no reason why he wouldn't remember it.
"I don't know what kind of tree this is, but I know that even though this tree is so small, it has been planted here not only for thousands of years, but also for thousands of years."
"Um?"
Qian Yizheng and Qian Yirong made doubtful sounds at the same time, and several others also looked at Min Yi.
"Why do you say that?"
"The cold iron cave wall outside is thousands of years old."
Min Yi turned his attention to the wall of Hantie Cave. Although he didn't know the exact year, he had read a lot of books.
"I remember that a few years ago, I read a record in the Min family library. Ten thousand years ago, the Saintess Sect collected cold iron on a large scale, at all costs.
At that time, the Min family did not have the surname Min, but Ouyang. According to records, Young Master Ouyang was extremely talented, practiced the power of ice, and wanted to forge a cold iron sword.
It's just that all the cold iron at that time was taken away by the Saintess Sect. For this reason, the head of the Ouyang family specially asked to see the leader of the Saintess Sect at that time, hoping to get some cold iron.
But the leader of the Saintess Sect refused, saying that he no longer had cold iron in hand.
Of course, this is just what I saw in my notes, and it can be regarded as an old grudge between the Min family and the Saintess Sect. Whether it is true or not, I have no way of investigating."
He shrugged and said it was just what he saw in a book.
He couldn't personally experience things that happened ten thousand years ago. It was good to know these things.
"So, this tree has been growing for thousands of years and is only so tall?"
Qian Yinuo, a child, pressed his hand on his head, then moved his palm to a place where he could see it, and spoke quietly.
According to the growth rate of this tree, will it be able to grow as tall as Min Yi in another hundred thousand years?
He looked at Min Yi out of the corner of his eye and felt that no, with the growth rate of this tree, it would definitely not be as tall as Min Yi.
"It should be about the same."
Min Yi nodded, but he still didn't know what kind of tree it was.
"I think this tree doesn't want too many people to pass by. Maybe it's okay for one person to walk in and out."
Hearing this, Qian Yizheng compared the positions where everyone was standing, as well as the positions of the bookcase and the tree. They were exactly in a straight line, and felt that Min Yi's guess was reasonable.
"In this case, I will bring the book over and you will take it out again."
He thought about it and decided that these books must be burned to ashes.
The people of the world don't know when they will come here, and they don't know when they will discover this place. Now that the rocks outside have been removed, if the books here are discovered, the people of the world still don't know how to hide them.
Thinking about it, he first took a stack of books, held them in his arms, and walked in the direction of a few people.
But when he walked not far from the small tree, he felt a burst of original soul power coming towards him. He leaned back and barely managed to avoid the blow.
'Snapped!'
The sound of whipping sounded, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a long and deep hole on the cave wall on the other side.