Xi Yan praised her. "Not bad. Well done."
"Now get the projection equipment ready and bring the two captains and an army officer. We're going to meet the Plant People."
"Now? Meet the Plant People?" Ningdi Lingling was rather bewildered.
"Just think of it as a little whim of mine." Xi Yan grinned wickedly and switched off his projection, leaving only a cryptic remark behind.
"Get moving, Knight of the Reinforcement Table, or I'll press your detonator!"
Amat Eiro II, the Plant People reservation.
Although the Plant People had been forced to live in this cramped reservation, every one of them still retained the optimism peculiar to plant life, ready to develop their civilization here.
The Plant People emperor issued a decree forcibly reducing their population and returning them to nature's cycle. At last, the reservation was no longer so crowded.
Everything was moving in a good direction. Although they had lost 98% of their planet's land and become humanity's vassals, he still retained his power as emperor of the Plant People.
With no hope of revenge anytime soon, he might as well relax and enjoy himself. Leave the problems to the next generation!
As plants shaped by natural selection, the Plant People had a deeply ingrained inclination to lie back and do nothing, etched into their DNA and difficult to erase.
In their worldview, there had never been any precedent for actively changing their environment. Instead, they chose to alter their genes so they could rapidly adapt to environmental changes.
Whatever happened, as long as the Plant People survived, he would still be their exalted emperor!
After paying homage to the sacred tree, a group of high-ranking Plant People dragged their bodies along with their tendrils, descending the tiers of steps.
As usual, the Plant People emperor found