Jian Mu Bears Fruit

When Qin Yi hurried to Jian Mu Summit, clutching up his pants, the Nine Sons of the Dragon—no, they should now be called the Nine Kings of the Sea—were all already there.

Yu Feiling was there too, not even sparing Qin Yi a glance.

Across the enormous canopy, the Nine Kings were positioned in a nine-palace formation, each separated by a thousand miles. Qin Yi stared at the scene, speechless. So this meant that on this colossal tree canopy, a fruit would grow in each of the nine positions?

Why did imagining that scene feel so ridiculous...

But no one else found it ridiculous. Every Dragon Son had led their troops to tightly defend one area, so thoroughly that not even a fly could get in. The dog had also brought a group of vicious-looking creatures, presumably Pixiu's former subordinates, beaten into submission here. They too formed an entire army guarding against any sabotage.

The great formation outside was even more intricately intertwined. Qiu Niu and Bixi suppressed heaven and earth, determined to prevent outsiders from spying on them.

This was an extremely serious matter.

Qin Yi coughed twice and moved closer to the dog. "How is it?"

Whenever he asked that, he felt a strange sense of déjà vu... like waiting outside a hospital delivery room and grabbing a doctor or nurse to ask how things were going...

The essence was much the same. When Jian Mu bore fruit, there was nothing anyone could do except wait anxiously and pray that Jian Mu's unusual transformations would not result in deformed fruit.

Deformed would be one thing; it was not meant to be looked at anyway. But its effects absolutely could not be diminished. That would be a true tragedy.

The dog looked grave. "Judging from its aura, there shouldn't