Grandpa Luwei said, "Besides that, there’s the ind overseas, which is most suitable for development."


    "Given Saros’s personality, it’s very unlikely he’d depend on others, so the biggest possibility is still that ind."


    "But my second sister went there before and, apart from pirates, she didn’t find anything on the ind."


    "That was half a year ago."


    "Did we miss it?"


    Ghost Princess felt that if the news came from overseas, then the likelihood of Yatun Nation being located on the ind was higher.


    Perhaps the old uncle chose that ce in hopes that his old partners woulde looking for him.


    "Where’s Little Huangquan?"


    Grandpa Luwei: "And your brothers and sisters, tell them all toe back."


    The Lu Wei Family, apart from Grandpa Luwei, had five grandchildren.


    Eldest sister, second sister, third brother, fourth brother, and youngest sister, two boys and three girls, five in total.


    They had always been searching for traces of Saros and the others, and now hearing about Yatun, it was clear this was Saros’s signal to them—it was time toe home, old friends.


    "I’ll go notify them right away."


    Ghost Princess asked, "It’s just, where should we all meet?"


    "Where..."


    Old Luwei thought for a moment and said, "Ancient City Xilu’en."


    ·


    "Chirp chirp."


    In the bright sunny afternoon, in a tranquil forest, the light shone at an angle.


    Here was a group of adorable little fellows, dressed in fluffy cute clothes, hopping and skipping through the very familiar forest, like a group of elementary school students on a spring outing led by their teacher.


    "Over here, over here, I found mushrooms, so many mushrooms!"


    "Wow, they’re red."


    "Look, look at this one," a little girl lifted a huge mushroom: "It’s so big!"


    "Wow wow wow."


    However, therge mushroom suddenly stretched out little hands and feet and started weeping.


    "Ah, sorry."


    Feeling embarrassed at what she held in her hands, the girl gingerly put it back where she found it.


    "So you’re alive, sorry for disturbing you."


    After saying that, the girl even patted the big mushroom’s head, and it crossed its arms, turning its head away with discontent: "Hmph!"


    "A, you’re still upset, hehe."


    Her name was Shwu, which is how you pronounce a Tree Elf’s name, tranting to a mist-like haziness in the Yatunnguage.


    "I’m not ying with you anymore, I’m going to keep picking mushrooms."


    In the Magical Forest, there were two types of mushrooms: those that could develop intelligence and those that couldn’t.


    Of course, regardless of the type, they actually didn’t possess souls.


    Perhaps only when Lilith broke through the Third Awakening could she bring nts to life as well.


    Nevertheless, mushrooms that could run and jump, especially those with a certain degree of autonomy, much like artificial intelligence, weren’t treated as food or materials by the People of Yatun.


    Because if they could adapt to the present, they might truly be living beings in the future, a new Miracle Descendant.


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    Just like Shwu returning the big mushroom, the other children also carefully distinguished and picked only the mushrooms with no signs of life.


    asionally, mistakes were made, like some mushrooms being too deeply asleep and only starting to wail when tossed into the pot.


    Therefore, up next, a professional witch would conduct a thorough inspection to prevent such awkward situations.


    "Have you all finished picking? Children, bring the mushrooms to me."


    She loved nature, so she always stayed close to the forest and the little fairies within it.


    You’d see the youngdy approach in a witch’s guise, her silver hair concealed under a gray hood, with countless fairies following her—fluffy bears, dogs, cats, rabbits, as well as the Feathered Tribe’s Crane Immortal and owls.


    On weekdays, Miya was Bailuo’s secretary, and She was her personal guard.


    But they had their work hours, and after work, they could do their own things or engage in their favored research.


    "She sister~~~"


    "Come, everyone put the mushrooms here."


    She, no longer needing a magic wand, just pointed with her finger and swiftly turned grass and twigs into many baskets.


    "These are my mushrooms."


    "This one’s mine."


    "She sister, do my mushrooms taste good?"


    "You’re so dark, surely they’re not tasty. Mine is pink, you know, and I heard pink mushrooms are more tender, girls love them the most."


    "..."


    She awkwardly said, "Well, I’m not taking them to eat, I’m taking them to brew magic potions."


    "Can you use blue mushrooms and yellow mushrooms too, what color would that turn into?"


    "Green, I guess."


    "Is it green, She sister?"


    "This..."


    Though this Daughter of Dreams appeared valiant in battle, facing children, she was actually not skilled at it and was soon bewildered by the little ones’ queries.


    "Alright, alright, hurry up and put the mushrooms in."


    Fra and Liya, the two Tree Elf Witches, came to She’s rescue.


    "She can’t handle kids, huh."


    "She’s about to cry."


    "That’s sweat," She had to rify, "It’s sweat!"


    "Pfft."


    Liyaughed, "A Heroic Level mighty warrior, yet afraid of children, so kids are your weakness, huh, She? If I conjure up a bunch of kids next time we fight, will you surrender?"


    "That’s so underhanded!"


    She dered Liya’s tactics downright dirty.


    "Indeed underhanded."


    Fra added, "If that were the case, we’d probably find it too off-putting to make a move."


    If an enemy used such foul psychological tactics, they would certainly release magic in anger, smashing both the illusions and the enemy to pieces.


    But to y this way among themselves was a bit disgusting.


    "Sorry, sorry, it was just a joke."


    Liya naturally wouldn’t let She kill their own people, even if they were all fake.