At the foot of the Angel Giant Tree, within the wooden space merged with the trunk, a golden throne (on a miniature scale) was emitting a faint buzzing sound, surrounded and connected by countless glowing tubes and vine branches. Erin sat there with her eyes closed, seemingly in a deep sleep.
The little thing closed her eyes within a second after climbing up there, her head drooping limply as if a string had snapped—honestly, when she first lowered her head, even Marin was taken aback. The latter initially thought that the device she personally tuned was malfunctioning, but in the next second, she heard a steady snoring sound coming from the throne.
This made the elegant living doll lady's expression slightly subtle: "...Erin's sleep quality is really good?"
"Yeah, she usually falls asleep instantly," Yu Sheng nodded, then promptly asked, "Is this connection status normal now? Is she supposed to be asleep?"
