Spring blossoms in full bloom—it is the season for annual trading once again.
As usual, Dragon Cypress arrived at Rednan Mountain with his team a day in advance to organize all the preparations.
Red Peach and Silvergrass also dragged their stone slab wheelcart and arrived right on time.
They greeted each other.
All eyes from Dragon Cypress's side focused on Silvergrass's carapace.
On top of Silvergrass's carapace, a small tawny Little Flame Spider, only thirty to forty centimeters from outstretched leg to leg, was quickly climbing. It clambered up onto Silvergrass's forehead, lifted its forelegs high, and announced its greeting.
"Greetings, Dragon Cypress Ant King!"
"Hello, Chinese Clematis!"
"Hello, Fragrant Cypress!"
"Hello everyone, my name is Heliotrope, a 7th age primary-level Dulai Flame Spider warrior. Please take care of me."
"Little Spider~"
"Hello~"
"What a cute little fellow~"
Sporadic, scattered responses.
