The sky was gray and hazy, the weather gloomy. The White Poplar Divine Seed entered dormancy and energy-saving mode, its soul consciousness in slumber.
Winter in the north was excruciatingly dull.
Dragon Cypress, having nothing else to do, walked over to the Linnan Divine-Given Seed tree to watch the training.
"Little Ant King, you ought to work on your combat abilities too."
This was the Nth invitation from the Linnan Divine Tree.
"...Okay."
Dragon Cypress, habitually perfunctory, thought about it. This time, instead of randomly making excuses as usual, he asked, "Chop ice pillars?"
Linnan Divine Tree: "Run 100 laps first, let's see."
Dragon Cypress thought a bit more, then leapt down from the throne and started running around the boundary ditch.
After a hundred laps, then came vertical climbing.
The main trunk of the Linnan Divine Tree was over forty meters in diameter, with a rough bark, perfect for gripping with claws, making climbing up a breeze.
