Xianglan Mountain.
Late Winter Season, when Mountain North Molan had just sent up its flower sword.
After being fiercely scolded last time, this time Spiked Cypress didn't dare leave his post, and idly guarded the Divine-Given Fruit-Scented Orchid Seed.
The Dominating Throne approached from afar.
Spiked Cypress stood up.
Dozens of Soldier Ants nearby, of all sizes, also stood up in unison.
"Fragant Orchid!"
"Spiked Cypress."
Molan flew back first and, regardless of whether the Divine-Given Fruit-Scented Orchid Seed cared to listen or not, began to enthusiastically recount the experiences of this northbound journey.
The Dominating Throne landed.
"Dragon Cypress Ant King, how come you all are back so soon?" Spiked Cypress asked.
"We came back early because there were major gains."
Dragon Cypress would never say he was almost frozen to death in the icy snow. With a flick of his tentacle, he praised:
