The autumn wind was gentle, the sky high and the clouds thin.
In the morning,
On the hill, a group of insects lay together, bored out of their minds, silently staring into space.
Great King Molan suddenly sent a message with spiritual power, "Molan, my fruit is probably about to ripen."
"Huh?"
"Oh!"
Molan jumped up excitedly, beat her wings, and announced with uplifted tentacles, "Senior Orchid Mantis' fruit is about to mature!"
—Finally!
—Is it today?
—Awesome!
The creatures jumped up, cheering and hopping with joy.
Black Peach: Lying next to the Great King makes my whole body uncomfortable, finally I can be free!
Black Peach bounced the most, tapping with her tentacles, sending four Flourish Ability blasts at Senior Orchid Mantis' offshoots: Go, Senior Orchid Mantis!
"Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!"
Dragon Cypress scolded, then piloted the Dominating Throne off the ground, floating low, and approached Great King Molan's Divine-Given Seed mother plant.
