"How could this be?"
Atop the apex of the mountain, just as she was talking to Ye Xuan, Lin Shiru suddenly blanched after she received a message.
"What's wrong, Miss Lin?" Ye Xuan probed after seeing Lin Shiru's face fall.
"It's nothing."
Lin Shiru shook her head.
"Help me clear space for a grotto, Spacey," Lin Shiru instructed as she turned to eye her Sacred Divine Wood.
Rumble!
As soon as she spoke, the thick, gnarly roots beneath the Sacred Divine Wood seemed to transform into wooden dragons. They quickly weaved themselves beneath the earth, continuously twisting and shaking.
At the same time, pockets of space kept surging up to protect this enormous mountain in some strange fashion, so that it would not collapse despite the violent rumbling.
"That's good."