Hearing that he was about to be sent to the distant southeastern region, so barren that not even a single blade of grass grew there, Black Cory immediately felt that tonight's Origin Force Ant Honey was tasteless, and wailed in protest.
Round Cypress had toiled at Southern Sour Jujube Mountain for three years and wanted to stay behind at Xianglan Mountain to rest.
Spiked Cypress was sick of staying at Xianglan Mountain and clamored to go out and broaden his horizons.
Cypress was uneasy about leaving the work at Xianglan Mountain to the inexperienced Silver Cypress.
The dining hall became a noisy mess.
"Spiked Cypress! Keep yelling and I'll smack you dead!"
"Alright. Quiet. Any complaints, talk privately, don't bring them up in front of me."
Dragon Cypress shook his tentacles forcefully, signaling for calm, then said sternly:
"Everything I just said is nothing but trivial matters. Now I've got something important about the Divine-Given Seeds to tell you all."
