Outside Mountain Village, it was noon, the hottest time when the sun was at its most scorching.
But the villagers of Mountain Village dared not slacken even a bit, sweating profusely as they worked in the fields.
After all, although they had already switched their crops to faster-growing buckwheat, time was still pressing.
Moreover, unsure of the exact yield of buckwheat, the villagers could only tend to these seedlings with utmost care using the most primitive methods.
While hoping that the Son of the Mountain God wouldn't deceive them in this matter.
So, in this tense and busy state, the villagers of Mountain Village naturally didn't notice the white cloud drifting over their heads.
"How are things going?"
Gently landing on the altar laid out by the Six-tailed Fox earlier, Li Boyang asked Uncle Lu, who was not far away.
At this moment, Li Boyang sported a head of flowing red hair, draped in a red coat, with various jumbled protective talismans hanging around his waist.
