The autumn wind rustled, fallen leaves drifting down.
Under a sky as blue as a polished jade, the Dominating Throne streaked along with its long blue tail, speeding into the borders of the Purple Tung Insect Nation.
"I'm off to check on my Red Phellodendron Divine Seed!"
Ink Orchid tossed out a line, kicked off, and took to the air, arching downward in a dive.
In the past year, Dragon Cypress had paid some attention to that Red Phellodendron Divine Seed. Half-dead and half-alive, it definitely wouldn't make it, but it wouldn't die anytime soon either.
Not pressing for details,
The Dominating Throne slowly lowered its flying altitude, heading straight for the central region, toward the Purple Tung Divine-Given Seed.
It was the annual Divine-Given Purple Tung Seed harvest season again; the seeds were about to ripen.
Barley Bug Tribe warriors each carried a Spider Silk Bag, the whole group gathering beneath the tree.
