The Jungle Tree-man Race, scattered with flowers, insects, and fish, is lush and green, with vines towering like tall buildings.
"Pseudo-human, really suitable for infiltration." Ning Zheng possessed the little Embers outside the gate holding a net—Soul-Calling Banner, and directly blended in.
The large gate behind was still checking personnel.
"Stop, submit to inspection!"
"Okay."
"How did the one in front go through?"
"That was Embers, pseudo-human cannot possess."
"Alright."
...
The Jungle Tree-man Race appears as green humanoids, puppets composed of vines, entirely green, with leaves and flowers forming beautiful attire, exuding a gentle and amiable natural charm.
This city is truly beautiful; the tribe people on the streets are very enthusiastic, clearly a gentle and kind race, unperturbed by the world.
It has to be said.
Ning Zheng's almost reclusive nature made him miss many sceneries of the Nine-State and Four Seas.
