Outside, the snowy street became completely quiet once again.
On the other hand, Little Hua's grandfather was already hurrying his preparations to leave. Little Hua had long since fallen unconscious from the emotional exhaustion and her frantic crying, her small green leaves tightly curled inward.
The old man quickly picked her up and carefully stuffed her into a large, canvas-like bag.
After making sure she was perfectly secure at the bottom, he held it with his vines. His sons, grandsons, and son's wife were already waiting nearby in a tight, anxious huddle.
Now that everyone had finally reunited, they could leave this dangerous territory behind and return to the safety of Green Spirit Mountain.
Everything seemed to be going perfectly smoothly. At least... that was what they all thought.
The spiritual plant family had barely walked a short distance down the snowy mountain path when the old man's expression suddenly changed.
