Early spring, Dragon Cypress sent White Rice back to the mountain and, along the way, helped Black Rice complete a juvenile evolution.
Afterward, Dragon Cypress hastily proceeded to Silver Cypress Mountain.
The northern wind was still cold. The snow on the mountain hadn't melted yet.
In the mountains, Mountain Persimmon was leisurely cleaning the river channels and ditches, preparing for the new year's irrigation work. Noticing the Origin Force fluctuations of the Dominating Throne flying by, it looked up briefly before darting toward its cave dwelling.
"Mountain Persimmon, how are preparations going?" Dragon Cypress, who had hunted a wild deer en route, tossed it down with a lift of his paw.
Mountain Persimmon approached and took a peek, then said, "I've finished the Origin Force Food, and there are faint signs of evolution."
