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.
