Dusk stretched across the sky.
At the ridge in front of Mulberry Valley, this place marked the birthplace of the Silkworm Queen, and its memory of this locale was still fresh.
Ever since the Silkworm Queen, along with its protectors and other rapid wood silkworms, toured its ancestral land, they had made the front ridge their temporary habitat, staying within this mulberry forest.
"The environment here is nice, it's just that the taste of the mulberry wood is a bit off," the Wind Moth mumbled to itself while snacking on mulberry leaves and hanging from a tree.
"Don't forget the warning from Sorcerer Ivan. If you dare to damage the mulberry trees here, you certainly won't end up well. You might even get all your scales plucked off. If Sorcerer Ivan orders me to do it, I'll certainly obey without hesitation," the Scented Butterfly threatened.
