Hill looked up and noticed the magical beasts on the deck—all of them restless, likely soon to be taken away by signing contracts with others.
Indeed, while dusk lingered and the night was yet to fall, the magical beasts had intermittently signed contracts with players and left together.
Before each magical beast left, Hill earnestly blessed them, harboring a thought in his heart: if he really was favored by nature, then his blessings must indeed be beneficial for the magical beasts.
Hill soon felt it, a hint of light invisible to the naked eye, entwining around the bodies of the creatures he had blessed. He smiled faintly; the Natural Consciousness truly loved him and was willing to join him in blessing these departing creatures.
Hill raised his head, holding back a sigh.
Cunlü and Hard Wind, accompanying two large pigs, finally stood before him.