The willow branches wove through the streets and alleys, connecting to every house and courtyard.
Yet, strangely, not a single person was in the city.
Even more puzzling was that despite the absence of people, some tools and furnaces in the courtyards operated autonomously, forging the delivered materials into various parts.
"Is this all the work of the Bamboo Wood Ants?"
"No, wait, I see my master's Golden Horned Ants as well?"
Zhao He took a closer look.
Indeed, the tools and furnaces in the courtyards were transformed by the Bamboo Wood Ants, but how bizarre it was that they could now transform into objects of stone and metal?
Weren't they only capable of turning into bamboo?
The celestial light of the Emotion Song still shimmered like a halo around the heads of each Bamboo Wood Ant and Golden Horned Ant.
He realized that all of this might be related to the Emotion Song.
