Fuji, who had self-taught journalism, took out a small notebook from her body and started writing swiftly.

Feeling something was amiss, Li did not stop her, and Fuji disappeared into the ground midway through writing.

Watching Fuji vanish, Li stood up and scratched his butt, wondering if he should go back, as there might be some fun at home.

Just as he decided, he heard the sound of Little Walnut.

Not far off in the pavilion, a Little Walnut was buzzing.

Li ran over and discovered that it was a message from Zhang Ze.

Picking it up, Li asked.

"What's up?"

After a while, Zhang Ze's voice came from the other side.

[Nothing, everything is normal here.]

...

Chang State, Spirit Deer Valley.

Zhu Luo was not as carefree as Zhang Ze and Li; he still hadn't come to terms with the situation.

After all, it was quite complicated for him.

A great son and an unborn father.

This unborn father also needed to find a kindergarten mother for the great son.

Such a thing is hard to accept.

In the treetop garden, cherry blossoms were falling, and the gaudy pink flowers were even more vivid than a few days ago.

It was evident that Mr. Village's spring heart was becoming more and more restless.

To calm himself and prevent further rumors, the Giant Turtle Zhu Luo blocked off this garden and sent away Fuji hiding in a corner, along with the old camel that chewed nonstop every day.

The small mound in the garden's center was growing taller, with tender shoots on top, as if something hidden underground might break out at any moment.

Since yesterday, the Village had stopped speaking with Zhu Luo, leaving him unsure whether it was out of anger or in preparation for a full awakening.

Zhu Lu was a bit nervous, unsure whether he should stop the Village if it ran off in pursuit of its gaudy pink love as soon as it awakened.

After much thought, Zhu Luo finally made up his mind; he felt they needed to have a talk.

In Zhu Luo's view, many things should be done step by step, giving everyone time to adjust.

Things should not be done in one go; they should start with holding hands, followed by the next step.

Feeling the increasingly vibrant life force within the mound, Zhu Luo walked towards it.

"Village... can you hear me?"

"Gujji..."

A weak response came from beneath the mound, sounding somewhat strange and different from usual, but Zhu Luo didn't think much of it, assuming the Village was still angry.

"I think we need to talk. There are indeed things I've done wrong, but..."

"Gujji."

The mound responded again with a "Gujji" sound, but Zhu Luo paid no mind and continued talking to himself.

He rambled on from the beginning of time to raising cattle and sheep, yet the response from beneath the mound remained just a "Gujji."

Only then did Zhu Luo realize something was amiss.

"Village?" he asked again.

"Gujji." The mound responded.

Realizing something was wrong, Zhu Luo quickly stepped forward and gently nudged the mound. Unexpectedly, it was merely a shell that crumbled with a crash, revealing what was inside.

It was a small, purple-skinned, one-eyed little tyrannosaurus.

The little creature seemed to be in a semi-comatose state, blinking its big eyes at Zhu Luo, then let out another "Gujji." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

As for the Village, it had long since disappeared without a trace.

Zhu Luo, "..."

...

Somewhere in Chang State.

Li Yueqi and the Cat Lady Emperor, who had arrived with Spirit Deer Valley, were walking along a mountain cliff.

Their task today was to search for Spirit Plants and Spirit Beasts within the range of the Hopeless Cliff and register them.

Because it was meticulous work, they were not flying using their energy.

The Spiritual Snake Qinghe coiled on Li Yueqi's shoulder, occasionally yawning and spitting out green smoke to eradicate the mosquitoes and flies buzzing around.

At the front, atop the Cat Lady Emperor's head, was also a small green snake coiled.

It looked like it might be the same species as Qinghe.

However, unlike the three-eyed Qinghe, this little green snake only had one eye open on its forehead, while the eyes on each side remained tightly shut, just as they were before it was painted on.