On the banks of Lingyuan Marsh, within the Yanran Mountain Range.
Inside a southern creek valley.
The creek water babbled, and echoes resonated through the empty valley. This place was rarely visited, and at this moment, it was completely deserted.
It was spring, and a few scattered Spiritual Bees flitted about in the valley.
These Spiritual Bees were only the size of a thumb, and their entire bodies were pale green.
A few small bees flew among the flower clusters in the valley, like fleeting clouds.
One of the small bees climbed onto the center of a flower, folded its wings, and leisurely collected nectar.
A moment later, having drunk its fill of nectar, it also gathered a small ball of pollen on its hind legs.
It was time to return to its nest.
The small bee began to vibrate its wings, trembling, just about to fly up from the flower.
Just then, a sudden change occurred.
