In the early morning, roosters continued to crow at the old site of Osmanthus Village, as a red vastness streaked across the sky, finally landing in front of the Osmanthus Sect's mountain gate.
After more than a month, the Osmanthus Sect had been completely rebuilt.
Xia Liu scanned with his divine sense, imprinting everything deep in his mind.
He nodded in satisfaction.
Ye Ming's work was indeed sharp.
It was exactly like the original Osmanthus Sect.
However, there was something unusual; the newly built houses had a slight smell.
These were already insignificant.
At least it didn't let too many people discover that the mountain gate had been destroyed.
In the rear cliff of Osmanthus Sect, Xia Liu brought a pot of tea.
An ancient scroll exuding a desolate aura lay on the stone table.
The once-battle-ravaged place had also been repaired by Ye Ming.
Xia Liu could carefully study the Formation Manual.
Once the research was complete, he would bring the girls back.
