As the sunlight shone, a verdant little hill gleamed with a crystalline azure glow.
The warm sun of the early spring equinox was still quite gentle, and even the spring breeze felt tender.
At this moment, in a spirit field on the hill, fresh green sprouts emerged joyfully from the stems.
Yet, in the next moment, they were swallowed whole by a towering deer.
Beside it, another head popped up, but a step too slow, and managed only to watch with wide eyes, letting out a bleating call, even nudging the former with the horn on its forehead.
The entire hill was populated by many of these wood-patterned cloud deer.
Clearly all attracted by this patch of spirit field.
At that moment, the tallest cloud horn deer at the center raised its head.
It seemed to sense something.
Its intricately branched cloud horn suddenly sparkled with spiritual light, and a multitude of vines appeared, rolling towards the surroundings.
This sight puzzled the other cloud deer.
