777. A Move

Elf Forest, the royal palace.

"Your Highness, the fog has come ashore, and this time its advance is even more ferocious. Lord Echo feels the forest should also make some preparations and hopes to discuss it with you."

"Understood. Ask Echo to wait for me in the council hall."

With urgent business at hand, after giving her subordinate instructions, Galadriel, who was in the grove, had no choice but to end her daily morning pet-walking session and tie the leash in her hand to the branch of a nearby ancient tree.

She crouched down and gently squeezed Sword Saint Puji, who was wrapped head to toe in all kinds of sealing tools and could only be led around on the leash like a rice dumpling. "Elwin, it looks like there won't be time for a walk today. Wait here for me a while. I'll be back before noon."

As she spoke, she even shifted Sword Saint Puji, who could not sense his surroundings at all, and had him sit on a small patch of Fungal Carpet to replenish his mana before leaving.

The nine seals on Elwin made her completely unworried that he could escape again—unless someone helped him.

However, this was her private grove within the royal palace. Who could possibly break in here and take this Puji away?

What she did not know was that after she left, the Fungal Carpet beneath Sword Saint Puji's bottom suddenly became active. The mycelium that had originally covered only a small patch crisscrossed and spread, rapidly covering the open ground around it. Immediately afterward, a temporary teleportation array was outlined on the Fungal Carpet.

A violent mana fluctuation flashed and vanished. By the time the elven guards followed the palace's defensive alarm and arrived, all that remained in place was half