Xianglan Mountain.
Fragrant Cypress had long since pulled up a batch of cultivated Molan seedlings from the nursery, piling them together, just waiting for Dragon Cypress to come transport them away.
"Great King? Is it raining over at Molan Mountain too?"
Fragrant Cypress asked, directing worker ants to pack the piled Molan seedlings into spider silk bags.
"...It rained."
Dragon Cypress: "Fragrant Cypress. Azure. These Molan seedlings aren't needed, hold off on transplanting this year."
Before Fragrant Cypress and Azure could ask questions—
Dragon Cypress spoke rapidly, explaining, "That Great King Molan Divine-Given Seed over there on Molan grew especially fast; one offshoot put out 12 bud points. So far, it's confirmed—the first batch split into 12, very likely the further splits are also 12; that's a 12-multiplier division, which means it's Divine Grade."
