The news came that afternoon.
Lin Mo had just finished eating and was about to study magic in his office when his communicator rang.
The representatives of the various races requested a face-to-face discussion about whether the Seed Plan participants would stay or leave.
He stood up and murmured to himself:
"They got here pretty quickly."
Everyone had already gathered in the clearing outside the Command Center.
Kael of the Holy Human Race stood ramrod straight in white robes, wearing his usual aloof expression.
The Dwarf Thorin's beard jutted out, his eyes darting around as though he were doing sums.
The Centaur Grom was big and brawny, his four hooves planted on the ground, his head lowered in unknown thought.
The Dragon Yadis lay half-reclined at the edge of the clearing, his scales gleaming like metal in the sunlight as his tail swept lazily over the ground.
Lin Mo looked around, his gaze settling on the Elves.
To his surprise, it was not Elder Muyu who had come.
Emerald eyes, fitted moon-white robes adorned with the flowers and plants unique to the Elves, silver hair lifted gently by the breeze...
She looked like a celestial maiden descended to earth, ethereal and otherworldly.
It was Fendona!
"What brings you here?"
Just as Lin Mo spoke, Fendona spotted him.
She visibly froze, then her lovely eyes curved into crescents and the corners of her mouth rose.
But a moment later, her expression abruptly turned icy. She turned her head away and gave a soft huff.
Lin Mo: "..."
He rubbed his nose, feeling somewhat awkward.
He walked over and said with a smile:
"It's been two months, Princess Fendona, and you've only grown more beautiful."
Fendona stood sideways to him, turning her face away without a word.
Beside her, Thorin shot him