"It seems we need to first find those disruptive grass spirits and see if we can locate their leader for some physical persuasion."
Bai Pu pondered for a moment, feeling that "only the person who tied the knot can untie it."
He was rather confident in his ability for physical persuasion. Even if the grass spirits were inherently stubborn and unyielding, Bai Pu could use Pure Blood to forcibly enslave them.
Just as Bai Pu was searching for clues about the grass spirits, he suddenly sensed something amiss.
From the flowing wind, Bai Pu felt a fresh aroma, as though a creature was approaching.
"Is it a grass spirit?"
Bai Pu leaped up onto a large tree, silently observing.
Not far from Mist Forest, a group of hand-sized little elves appeared.
There were about forty or fifty of these little elves, all quite beautiful, with small figures, green hair, and wearing lovely floral gowns.
"Not grass spirits, but... flower fairies?"
