And at this moment,
in the Forty-Ninth Star Field,
within the Great Ruins Realm, a small mountain village.
Almost a month had passed, and during this time, Li Fan, along with a group of disciples, had been very busy.
July is the season of harvest.
Wheat, potatoes, corn... The crops planted by the village ripened one after another.
In the past month, the harvest was almost complete.
The weather was scorching hot, the time when the sun's rays are the most brutal.
In the small courtyard, Wu Dade, Qing Chen, and other male disciples were busy putting away the rice grain, storing up food.
"So many lives, so many springs, where there's harvest, there's also poor.
I've seen those who court favor brave the risk of burning their hands, rather than renouncing the beauty they stand by, daring to be noble.
Accustomed to following sorrow and resentment through past and present, it's hard to stir heroes to tears and ghosts to emotion.