After Dragon Cypress and Ink Orchid made a circuit around the continent and returned once more to the Purple Tung Insect Nation, the Jinhe Divine-Given Seed's trunk had surpassed forty meters in height, having fully recovered from its weakness and awakened its soul consciousness.
"Jinhe Divine-Given Seed!" Ink Orchid called out warmly.
"Mmm—"
The Jinhe Divine-Given Seed had quite a cheerful personality, and proactively greeted, "Little Ink Orchid Mantis, Little Dragon Cypress Ant King."
Ink Orchid gently corrected, "Everyone calls me Mountain Lord Ink Orchid. You can just call me Ink Orchid."
Jinhe: "In my eyes, anyone under a hundred is a little insect."
The Linnan Divine Tree's spiritual power came crowding in too, "Little Mantis, got any gains? Judging by how happy you look, you found another Divine-Given Seed?"
Ink Orchid: "Nope—"
Linnan Divine Tree: "Then what are you so happy about? Little Mantis, don't slack off—time to resume your diligent training."
