Two Years of Mending Heaven

During Shallow Night, the desert's scorching heat was unbearable. Many grains of sand glowed red and translucent, as though about to melt.

In this heat, even the demonized black poplars drooped their branches, their leaves wilting.

The sand-melting vines, meanwhile, gave off faint flames. The ghost-faced flowers they bore let out barely audible screams, like lost souls wailing under their breath.

"This damned weather. If only there were a cold pool." Mu Ye, the young man of the Black Dragon Race, could barely stand it. He somewhat regretted coming here for "

Medicine Herding."

Dragons loved vast waters. Yet after passing the Hall of Past Lives' assessment and distinguishing himself among the candidates, he had been sent deep into this desert as though banished.

Yuan Kun, the human youth, really did seem afflicted with hyperaggression. Barely any time after arriving, he had picked a fight, but this time he had gotten the worst of it.

He had been beaten until blood streamed from all seven orifices, then hung from a black poplar. Even his lips had cracked.

Fuyao, the young man of the Blood Roc Race, panted with his mouth open. Having just returned from the medicine fields, he was full of resentment. He was a prodigy renowned throughout his region, yet here he had to weed demonized plants around the medicine fields, water them with water from Fire Spring, and even fertilize them.

The so-called fertilizer ranged from flying dragon dung to the foulest, fishiest-smelling bear-man droppings. It was simply more than he could endure.

"I'll kill you sooner or later!" Having recovered some strength, Yuan Kun jumped down from the black poplar, seething inwardly.

Fuyao said, "Black dragon, next time you relieve yourself, do it right in the medicine fields. That'll save us carrying a load of flying