When Ji Hao was following a group of Wind Bird people in Silent Forest, Taisi was confusingly sitting on a hill in a daze. He was on a boundless grassland. Grasses were long, reaching to his neck, and were thrivingly green. The wind blew across, making the grass wave like water; the scene was especially beautiful.

A sparse few brushwoods scattered on the grassland. Small hills with gentle slope could be seen, with great rivers winding across, nourishing the grassland. The grassland seemed to be fertile, and animals and birds could be seen all over the ground and sky. This was a lively, thriving area.

After coming out of the portal, Taisi couldn’t find Ji Hao and the others, but the pair of magic snakes which were lying on Ji Hao’s shoulders were now weirdly coiled on Taisi’s lap.

Taisi and the two baby snakes looked at each other in confusion for a while, then he took out a leather-made small handbook from his sleeve, opened the first page and started reading in a low voice.