The main trunk had been cut down, and Chen Zhou drew his Long Saber, beginning to clear away the fine branches.
Bunches of chaotic foliage were tossed aside, the fresh scent of the tree sap spreading, attracting a swarm of flies and insects, greedily perched on the tree wounds to suck the sap.
The riverbank's hunter—the dragonfly, also joined this feast, spreading its transparent wings, resembling a squadron of fighter jets, soaring among the insects, hunting fiercely.
The clearing was quickly cleaned up.
It was already quite dark, and Lai Fu, tired of playing, took a few sips of water from the river, lay down on the grass to rest, occasionally wagging his tail to drive away the numerous small flying insects by the riverbank.
