"Now my homeland, Atlantis Continent, has also sunk into boundless seawater. I don't even know where my fellow people are..." The shepherd-tree people took a melancholic puff of his cigar, swallowing the smoke straight into his stomach.
Liu was moved by his words, feeling a sense of kinship. Wasn't he in the same predicament, with his homeland just a distant dream...
"We shepherd-tree people all have the ability to communicate with plants. I just woke up from a long sleep a few days ago, and heard the old trees in the forest talking about a powerful Beamon Mage hunting Magical Beasts. So I came to investigate. Magical Beasts have the right to exist too. We, as shepherd-tree people, love life dearly and hope to maintain the balance of the forest." The shepherd-tree person clumsily tapped the cigar's ash, and explained to Liu.
"Hehe..." Liu also chuckled. In his mind, he mocked, you can really spin a tall tale. Trees talking? That's a stretch.
