Ji Ming and Fan Chengxin, who had been coasting the whole time, quietly let out a sigh of relief, their anxious hearts finally settling.
Zhang Deming tentatively flew up. Seeing no more Filth Insects emerging from the ground, he too let out a slight sigh of relief. Leading the other two, he moved toward the small cabin they had seen earlier.
A moment later, the three of them arrived before the cabin. They paused for a moment, sizing it up.
It was a house made of bamboo. The entire structure seemed to be built from some unknown kind of Spiritual Bamboo. It was a vibrant green and gave off a peculiar, fresh scent with a faintly invigorating effect.
The cabin was built in a rustic, farmhouse style, and in front of it were several plots of land that looked like they might have been medicinal fields.
But after so much time, not only were there no herbs left, but the soil had also lost its fertility due to the influence of the Filth Insects.
