The Fire Spring flows through the ditches into the large Fire Fields outside the village, like small streams of lava spreading, all the crops are growing exceptionally well.
The Night Fog is stained red by the Chixia, resembling clouds on fire, with the houses at the village entrance outlined in gold, their rooftops and tiles glowing.
"It's close to the Second Level Fire Spring now." Qin Ming was surprised; after being away for just half a year, even more Fire Fields had been developed outside the village, far surpassing before.
Cao Qianqiu came twice consecutively, significantly enhancing the grade of the Fire Spring.
Many villagers were praising the "old immortal."
A few who saw the truth felt uneasy, as that old immortal left each time covered in blood, presumably "paying a lot."
Shallow Night had just arrived; the sounds of chickens and dogs echoed, smoke from kitchens curled up, and the lifestyle of the remote village was rich and vibrant.
