The Seven-Leaf Mountain Lord has been roaming the world for decades—what kind of shameless insects hasn't it met? A little Ant King and a Little Huatang are hardly a challenge. It handled all their sneaky tricks with calm order, defusing every single scheme.
In the end, it only lost a few spider silk bags and a couple dozen seeds. No big deal.
It politely refused Dragon Cypress's request to chat more, then returned unhurriedly to the plains at the foot of the mountain.
"Seven-Leaf, how'd it go?"
Aconite Spider King cared a lot about this young and promising direct descendant, even considering grooming it as a successor.
"The haul was way beyond expectations..."
The Seven-Leaf Mountain Lord couldn't contain its excitement, leaned in close, reined in its spiritual power and thoughts, and whispered privately:
"Aconite Spider King, it's not two Divine-Given Seeds—it's three! Done deal. I got the lion's share of the third Divine-Given Gorgon Fruit Seed!"
"Three?"
