Back at Su Qinglan’s house, not a single person had gone to sleep.
Even though it was already past midnight, the brightly lit main hall was still crowded with people, the warm glow of the fire casting long, dancing shadows against the walls.
The cubs had originally been the most excited.
After all, this was the absolute first time they had ever seen so many spiritual plants gathered together in one room.
Their little eyes had sparkled with endless curiosity as they secretly peeked at the strange, rustling group from behind the furniture.
They especially couldn’t stop staring at the old grandfather with the long white beard; he looked so majestic and imposing, like an ancient tree brought to life.
Unfortunately, no matter how excited they were, they were still just little cubs. One after another, tiny yawns escaped their mouths, and soon, their heavy eyelids grew too heavy to hold up.
Before long, all of them had fallen fast asleep, leaning against each other like a pile of soft, fluffy little dumplings on the rug.
Shi Feng smiled helplessly. Without making a single sound, he carefully lifted the sleeping cubs into his arms one by one, carrying them back to their warm room and gently tucking them into bed.
Only after making sure each little one was breathing softly and sleeping comfortably did he quietly return to the main hall.
The atmosphere inside had become much calmer and more grounded than before. Especially one certain plant.
Stove, who had nearly exploded with righteous anger when he first arrived home from the storm, was now sitting completely quietly beside Su Qinglan.
His large, broad leaves were neatly folded in front of his stalk, and he looked so incredibly obedient and submissive that no one could possibly connect him to the furious, thrashing plant from earlier.
Every now and then, he secretly glanced over at Su Qinglan before quickly lowering his leaves again, looking exactly like a child who had been caught doing something wrong.
After learning that these beastmen-shaped plants were actually Little Hua’s biological family, even his fierce protectiveness had disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of awkwardness.
Little Hua herself had already awakened under the soothing warmth of Su Qinglan’s healing energy. She was no longer hiding fearfully behind Su Qinglan’s skirts; instead, she sat happily between her biological mother and father.
Her tiny, delicate vine wrapped around her mother’s leaf from time to time, gripping tightly as though she was terrified they would start fighting.
Seeing the deep bond between the child and her parents, the old grandfather’s stern expression finally softened completely. He let out a long, weathered breath and slowly began to explain everything that had happened over the past months.
He spoke of how Little Hua had accidentally been left behind during their clan’s sudden migration to escape their previous home, how the entire spiritual plant clan had searched desperately and sleeplessly for her over the grueling months, and finally, how they had relentlessly followed the faint, magical connection of their shared bloodline until it led them directly to the gates of Dragon Beast City.
The hall remained completely silent as his story unfolded.
Su Qinglan, Hu Yan, Han Jue, Rong Ye, Shi Feng, and An Mo quietly listened from beginning to end, their expressions shifting with empathy. No one interrupted the old plant.
Only after hearing the entire bittersweet journey did they finally understand the full truth. These were not malicious intruders or ordinary wild plants; they were Little Hua’s devoted family.

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