When Grass Dragon arrived on the mountain, White Ivy and Red Peach had already finished assembling the stone slab wheelcart.
Blue Catalpa and Snakebark Maple were opening spider silk bags one by one, inspecting the quality of Origin Force Food and counting the quantities.
Red Peach was in charge of loading them onto the wheelcart.
"White Ivy, you're done for."
"I'm done for."
"Spider King Spurge is angry."
"Old spiders always like to get mad. You're young, don't make such a fuss."
"Spider King Spurge said it's going to beat you to death."
"That's the 101st time it threatened to beat me to death. The first one hundred times, it probably really tried fifty times, but not one of them hurt."
Grass Dragon: "…..."
Grass Dragon was stumped for a couple of seconds, then said quietly, "Bugs need carapace, trees need bark—can't be a spider and go around bare."
White Ivy reminded, "If I get angry, I really might break your spider legs."
