With a glance, Mr. Sun signaled Samara to step forward, at which she resumed her careful solemn demeanor: "Sir, should you limit the Desolate Grass Disaster to the horizon of One Heaven, that would indeed be a grave error! Thus, from this point forward, it is crucial that you abide by our arrangements, traversing our Farmland with utmost caution – one misstep could lead to an irreversible catastrophe!"
Mr. Sun eyed her: "Why do you underestimate me?"
"Hm?"
"I have never considered the Desolate Grass Disaster to be any sort of limit. In my view, it's merely an appetizer."
Samara found herself speechless, but upon reflection…indeed, she had underestimated him from the very start. She shook her head, her ponytail swaying a few times, then signaled to her subordinates: "Protect him well."
