Green Grass Islet suddenly became busy. To Li Ziran, the once fairly quiet islet transformed into a bustling marketplace. Countless spatial tunnels spread out like honeycombs, and Spatial Mantises, Pandas, Golden Sheep, and others crawled out of the passages one after another.
They chatted among themselves with smiles on their faces, and occasional horseplay could be seen.
They seemed to be on good terms, though they had even more questions. Clearly, none of them knew what was happening, but they had all received the island lord's order to attend this gathering without fail.
Snow still looked at Li Ziran with lingering fear. From beginning to end, the man had not expressed the slightest opinion, yet the more he remained like this, the more panicked she became. She could not tell what punishment awaited her. Perhaps he simply had no time to spare. The soul imprisoned by Li Ziran was leading them toward the meeting room at the center of the islet.
The stairs descended step by step, revealing a basement of less than thirty square meters.
"Boss, rest assured. Everyone I introduced is an elite of this islet. Without them, this Tidal Rift could not be controlled at all."
Snow was somewhat irritated by this Golden Sheep. That mouth of his seemed incapable of staying still. Whenever he had even a little time, he would sidle up to Li Ziran and say something or other. She even suspected that if this went on, Li Ziran might very well be bewitched by him.
Compared to him, Li Ziran was far more pleasing to the eye. No matter how noisy the other party was, he merely smiled faintly. That unhurried composure instead made Golden Sheep increasingly obedient.
Living beings entered through the passageways one after another. Their chattering could be heard even