Near the Yunshui Temple, Feng Bailing alighted from the horse carriage.
The desolate scene before her eyes left her stunned.
"This place is even poorer than the old Xinqi Village."
What Feng Bailing saw was that the bark of the surrounding trees had all been stripped away.
Starving stray dogs revealed their skeletal frames, and the fields that should have been bountiful in autumn were barren.
Although she knew long ago that the Empress used the Wooden Holy Seal to absorb the Spiritual Energy from the crops here, seeing it with her own eyes was still terrifying.
The Wooden Holy Seal within Feng Bailing remained quiet and still.
Feng Bailing understood that even if she used the Wooden Holy Seal, she could not restore the vitality of this place.
The village still had a few hundred people, mostly elderly, women, children, and nowhere else to go. The able-bodied had gone to seek work, but the money they brought back was not enough to support a family.
