More than half of Bamboo Mountain was surrounded by a fence made of bamboo poles. Metal wire was interwoven with them, and thorny vines were wrapped around everything, making it exceptionally dense.
It stood about a person high, so there was no way the half-grown poultry with their clipped wings could fly over it!
Si Shuo chuckled softly. She took out a Level 10 Crystal Stone and began to condense the Spirit Plants—the Si Teng, which could act as guards to attack and drive away small predators, and the Clock Vines, which were expert egg-gatherers with large flowers and a love for shouting.
Yin Jiang took Si Shuo's hand, his expression cool and composed as he said in a low voice:
"Shuo'er, our family doesn't lack Crystal Stones, and I know you want to treat the Iron-eating Beast Clan like our own family."
"But we're outsiders, after all. There's a barrier between us, so we need to maintain a certain distance."
