These plants are not all friendly, some of them are filled with danger and aggression, but over the centuries, the queen's people have long known how to deal with the lurking crises here.
Now retracing this path, there are no longer the heavy dangers of yesteryear.
There are some buildings in the forest, and a white palace wall spans between them. This palace was built in the last twenty years, having weathered the elements but still looks new from the outside.
The King of Sand stepped out of the palace, traversed a stone-paved avenue, and looked at the familiar scene in front of him, as if he was back to more than a decade ago—except at that time he was not walking this path alone—he couldn't help but glance towards his left side, but now there was no one there.
He paused slightly, a trace of gloom flashing in his eyes.
He then remembered, his daughter was only about this high at the time, and she was still there—
