Half a day had passed.
Ye Xuan had met each of the villagers of Little Stone Village, and both grandfather and granddaughter had their own jobs, although Zhuo Ma was young, she was nimble and helped in the garment store of Wang Sangui's house.
The elderly man's surname was Zhuo, and he was quite old. He usually helped out at the blacksmith's or the carpenter's shop to sustain daily expenses for himself and his granddaughter, although living somewhat frugally, they delighted in the tranquility and peace.
Days passed one after another, and the villagers of Little Stone Village gradually became familiar with Ye Xuan. Whenever some villagers had free time, they also helped Ye Xuan build a new house.
In fact, with Ye Xuan's cultivation, under his magical divine skills, constructing a house would take but a moment, and within his Sumeru Space, there were several palaces of the Heavenly Emperor.
