"Gah, young master, he's awake."
Inside the ice block, after a fierce struggle, the taro plant man suddenly opened his eyes.
"Master!"
Breaking free from the ice armor's imprisonment and restraint, the taro man, as one of the millions of soul slave monsters under Green's command, bowed respectfully, a submission stemming from the deepest soul instinct.
"Where is the King Fern's Source of Life Spring?"
Green went straight to the point with his question.
The taro man, who had completed soul enslavement, thought for a moment, then replied in a deep and respectful tone: "Master, at the former source location of the King Fern, aside from those king fern divine trees, few possess specific information. I learned of a plant person who may have clues about the former King Fern's root by chance."
"Oh? Who?"
Green knew that the greed of that Foreign Domain Six-Command Bipedal Winged Dragon King, the Sixth-level World Master, to soak in this Spring of Life must mean it has great effects.
