One week later.
Hao Xuan was sitting on the bank of a small stream. His feet hung over the edge, leisurely dipping in the ice-cold water that flowed from somewhere uphill.
Behind him were groups of Orcs walking about moving different items, sorting through the debris, and cleaning and categorizing each usable item in the shadow of a small mountain.
It was fairly noisy with so many people moving about non-stop, dragging heavy items and dropping them elsewhere while shouting orders to one another but Hao Xuan did not mind one bit.
His eyes were closed as he hummed a tune, the same tune that had been stuck inside his head since he first heard it from Ma Jiang. But he had to pause and look back when the sound of heavy footsteps came from behind.
It was a male Orc standing tall at a height of 2.5 meters. He was actually the tallest one among them now after awakening his powers.
"My Lord," he knelt on one knee while addressing Hao Xuan.