North of the hill at the entrance of the Starship Wreckage, on the middle to lower slopes of a two to three-hundred-meter-high peak.
Dragon Cypress stood before a cliff, gazing at the tiny entrance to an Ant Nest. He then looked at a nearby nanmu tree, now smothered by vines—a tree he had killed years ago. A flood of emotions washed over him.
"Back when I first set foot on Cloud Trace Continent, I established my first Ant Nest here and lived alone for a year. At that time, I was just a Primary-Level Ant King, only about four centimeters long…"
"Great King, you're impressive!" Spiked Cypress, still smarting from the blows, quickly offered a compliment.
SMACK! SMACK!
Dragon Cypress flicked his Tentacles, delivering two more lashes to Spiked Cypress's forehead.
Impressive? I merely scraped by, living in constant fear for a year, that's all.
Wouldn't it be better to just listen to the story quietly?
