"How many Shepherd-tree People are there on the Primordial Forest Continent now?" The old Ent Cruyff asked tremulously, his expression like an underground party member seeing the spire of Pagoda Mountain in Yan'an, spreading happiness.
"When I left, there were very few Ents, a two-thousand-year tree age was an insurmountable hurdle." Seeing the genuine concern in the old Ent's eyes, Ventéclair's gaze was somewhat moved: "After being released, I went back to take a look. There are now one hundred and twenty-three. Elder, our underground Ents, like you, are very large and cannot pass through the underground complex tunnel to other continents underground. Only my body size is suitable."
"You..." The old Ent stammered and gestured incoherently: "...how did you learn Beamon martial arts? And even know how to Berserk?"
