Upon thinking this, the magic vine stopped struggling and began to spread a green mist from its body.
"This is the natural seed, it’s using the natural seed to send a message!" At this moment, a voice mixed with sobs came from afar.
The magic vine cursed and turned around to see who exposed its plan.
It glanced over and was taken aback.
Why is it them?
The one speaking was the wind spirit it had always longed to rescue...
...
"So, they didn’t capture you? You went to the Baya Desert on your own, breaking a taboo, and they were just giving you a ride back to White Cloud Village?" the magic vine asked, looking at Arnott trapped in the cage of yellow sand.
Arnott nodded somewhat bashfully, "That’s right."
"Then why were you crying earlier?" The magic vine was still worried that Arnott might have been coerced, so it asked again.
Arnott hesitated for a long time before saying, "I, I was just frightened by...by you."
At this point, Dangross chimed in, "This guy cried the whole way, he cries whenever things don’t go his way. We didn’t do anything to him at all."
"I think I’ve heard there’s a crying wind spirit in White Cloud Village. Is it you?"
Arnott was reluctant to admit it, but knowing full well that among the wind creatures, it seemed only it could cry.
Finally, Arnott nodded.
The magic vine took a deep breath and remained silent for a long time. Its eyes on the vine bore a fleeting frustration, but looking at little Arnott, it could only sigh helplessly.
Not wanting to see Arnott for a short while, the magic vine turned its gaze toward Angel, its eyes filled with apology, "Sorry, I was reckless just now."
Angel still needed to integrate the various realm’s monarchs to achieve strategic cooperation with the Barbarian Cave, so before reaching this goal, it was best not to offend the wood creatures of the Green Plains. So in the face of the magic vine’s apology, he didn’t say much, "No harm done, it was just a misunderstanding."
After resolving the misunderstanding, Angel had Earl Mi loosen the fine vine binding it.
Once the magic vine regained its freedom, it felt an additional sense of remorse toward Angel, and intended to invite Angel to its temporary resting place as a guest.
"Visiting isn’t necessary, we have more important matters at hand." Angel paused before stating their purpose, "We were actually heading to Wind Island, but along the way, we noticed some strange occurrences."
Originally, Arnott was supposed to explain these matters, but now the magic vine didn’t even want to cast a glance at Arnott, so Angel personally took the field, recounting what they observed along their journey and his own conjectures.
"...Do you know if anything has changed in White Cloud Village?" Angel asked.
After listening, a confused look flashed in the magic vine’s eyes, "Has there been any change in White Cloud Village? How come I haven’t noticed?"
After speaking, the magic vine looked up at the drifting clouds in the sky. To its perception, everything seemed perfectly normal.
"You don’t know?" Angel queried in suspicion.
The magic vine confidently said, "I didn’t sense anything unusual, could you have misjudged?"
The magic vine’s tone was sincere, and Angel believed what it said. But judging from earlier clues, some anomalies definitely emerged in White Cloud Village.
"If there really were no anomalies, how could Arnott have so easily ventured into the Baya Desert? And, how could this lone white dove remain on the cloud?" Dangross interjected.
The magic vine pondered it carefully, and it seemed to make sense.
"Do you know which wind creatures inhabit this cloud layer?" Angel pointed to the clouds floating above them.
"The clouds drift and disperse; I haven’t really paid much attention." The magic vine paused, "But three days ago, a tornado passed by this vicinity, with distinct wind creature auras within it."
"Where did it go?"
"That way." The magic vine maneuvered a vine, pointing toward the thickening clouds.
"That’s in the direction of Wind Island!" At this moment, Arnott asserted its presence.
"So, does it mean the nearby wind creatures returned to Wind Island?" Dangross turned to Arnott, "Could it be that there’s some gathering at your Wind Island, and Prince Roufeng called all the external wind creatures back?"
Arnott shook its head blankly, "I don’t think so."
Angel, "Even if there were such a situation, the elemental sprites wouldn’t have been left unattended."
Dangross, "Then what could possibly be happening?"
While Dangross pondered, the magic vine spoke, "How about this, I can ask The Sage for you; it may know something."
Angel’s eyes lit up, as he originally planned to do this, unsure of how to bring it up, but with the magic vine’s proactive suggestion, he naturally didn’t refuse, "That would be much appreciated."
After deciding to inquire with the Sage of the Green Plains, the magic vine immediately released a large amount of green mist. These mists sunk into the earth and, with a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, drilled into the roots of various plants in the earth veins, passing from one to another until finally reaching the core of the Green Plains...
About an hour later, the Sage’s reply returned.
This speed was similar to the spark messaging in the Region of Fire, evidently much slower compared to the wind or earth creatures’ transmission methods.
After sensing the Sage’s reply, a puzzled look appeared in the magic vine’s eyes, it addressed those who had been waiting on the boat, "The Sage replied saying it isn’t currently aware of what’s happening on Wind Island; it only got information that nearly all the wind creatures in White Cloud Village have returned to Wind Island."
"Furthermore, Prince Fergens sent a message to Wind Island asking if they needed help. Subtle Prince Roufeng later responded, declining Prince Fergens’ offer, but without explaining what occurred on Wind Island."
Upon hearing the magic vine’s account, Angel came to understand why the wood creatures of the Green Plains seemed perfectly normal because they too were unaware of the occurrences in White Cloud Village.
It was certain that Roufeng Uranos summoning nearly all the wind creatures back to Wind Island indicated something significant was going on.
But it was peculiar to refuse Fergens’ assistance.
This implies, Roufeng Uranos possibly didn’t want this matter getting out, even refraining from informing their close allies, the Green Plains.
So what could it be?