Ke'er was caught between joy and sorrow. She had been thinking day and night about how Li Ziran could contribute something to the Elves, yet she had never expected his sudden whim to be so formidable.
Not only within the Elves, through the Li Ziran Association, this peculiar oil-green Tailbone had already been shared far and wide.
Now, not only were the major Elven tribes on the move, even neighboring races had begun converging on the rainforest.
"Your Majesty, we Tree Shepherds may not count as a major race within the rainforest, but we have followed the Elves for over three hundred years. Now that the Prince has taken his position, no matter what, he must come familiarize himself with our tribe."
An old banyan tree covered in roots spoke with painstaking earnestness, looking as though he was only a step away from begging in the streets.
The elders of the Tree Shepherds had evolved from trees that developed intelligence. This race possessed no other ability, save for one: they could shepherd forests.
At their peak, the Tree Shepherds had turned half the Red Soil Continent into forest, forging the most glorious Elf Dynasty.
Yet as the Elves declined, the Tree Shepherds' standing also plummeted. Still, the rainforest's ability to retain its current scale was due in no small part to their efforts.
They were a powerful race in the rainforest. Ke'er normally found it difficult to even meet them, and these Treefolk placed greater trust in the opinions of the elders.
Li Ziran had only modified several Elves, yet he had stirred these old fossils from their slumber.
Ke'er was helpless. These elders needed to be won over, but how could she make decisions for Li Ziran?
"Your Majesty, we have all come from far away. The Deer Race