Twilight.
Beneath the mound where the Divine-Given Seed had taken root, Starship was communicating with the White Poplar Divine Seed, imparting some basic knowledge.
Cypress, surrounded by soldier ants, hurriedly came to report.
"Great King, the Barley Bug Tribe warriors have come again."
"Who all came?"
"All fifteen Mountain Lord-Level warriors are here. They're asking when trading can begin. Also, High-Level Warrior Wuye has come along."
"Good! Invite them to discuss under the Purple Tung Divine-Given Seed tree."
"Alright!"
Cypress turned to leave.
Starship added, "From now on, when Barley Bug warriors visit, if I'm here, invite them directly under the Purple Tung Divine-Given Seed tree."
"Understood!"
Cypress hurried away.
"White Poplar, your soul consciousness is still weak. Don't use your spiritual power excessively; rest for now. I've got some things to handle."
"Oh—"
The White Poplar Divine Seed responded. After a round of conversation, it was no longer fearful.
