Huagi Mountain.
The golden warm sun, beneath an immaculate blue sky.
The tranquil lake reflected the somewhat desolate mountain scenery.
Yellow Stem lay sprawled across a rock, leisurely basking in the sunlight. Sensing something, he slowly turned his body to face the direction from which the Dominating Throne was flying in.
At the foot of the mountain, Spruce—who was turning the earth by the lakeside woodland—looked up, gave a flap of his wings, and soared up to meet them.
"Dragon Cypress Ant King! Ink Orchid! Is this the winter trade?" Spruce greeted them enthusiastically.
"Yes."
"That's right."
"There aren't many lands of Origin Force discovered in the north so far, and few Insect Clan warriors as well. We trade once a year."
Dragon Cypress and Ink Orchid both stilled themselves to sense the surroundings.
No abnormal Origin Force fluctuations.
So Yellow Stem hasn't planted the Divine Tree?
