"Mother Goddess, that big fluttering moth really was up to no good! The next time I see her, I'm going to tear her wings off!"
Fan's true body was a tree. Although he was corrupted heartwood, he was still wood.
Now, hearing that Blue Feather had been born from wood, born from wood's death, he instantly bristled.
That ill-intentioned blue butterfly had set her sights on his Mother Goddess from the start for the sake of evolving, hadn't she?
That bastard, that wretch! Tear her apart, rip her to shreds!
"Quiet down. She and you count as... hmm, judging by the information in your origins, you two are close relatives. You're both wood-types capable of reviving multiple times."
This time, the Queen gently patted Fan's head, telling him to quiet down.
Blue Feather's original intentions certainly hadn't been pure. Things like that were quite normal.
Everyone wanted to grow stronger. They were the same, deliberately letting those God-level Players come deliver meals.
As long as she behaved herself and knew better now, they could keep her around for the time being.
Just like this son she'd picked up.
Who knew how much trouble this fellow's attributes had brought in the past, brought now, and would bring in the future? Yet she had still kept him.
"Go back and sort out your business with Blue Feather yourselves. Right now, we're discussing whether the Wood God and Blue Feather have an old grudge. What race is the Wood God?"
Lingbo glared at the mother and son, telling them to give it a rest.
As for the Wood God, they had often bickered with him before, and occasionally discussed cooperation in private.
But no one had ever seen what the Wood God actually looked like.
The ones she had seen before were the