Ah... no, I can't calm my heart down at all.
Even with the Nether Meditation Method engraved into her very bones, Witch Miss ultimately ended in failure—the divine farming tools not only failed to become lighter, but grew increasingly heavier, to the point where she almost couldn't lift them.
But Xiang Feihu had already finished turning over all the rented vegetable plots and was now sowing seeds in an orderly fashion—she looked like she was really enjoying herself?
Moreover, they had already been in this state for seven days.
That's right... Within this courtyard surrounded by that broken fence, the two of them had experienced seven days. The actual time might have been about the same?
Witch Miss, helpless and sulking with her chin propped on her hand, looked at Li Huamei and asked curiously, "...Lord Xiang Feihu, when you hold these farming tools, do you feel anything special?"
"A feeling?" Li Huamei stopped what she was doing. Facing the question, she gave it serious thought. "I don't feel anything special... Perhaps it's because you're too concerned about them being divine-grade artifacts?"
"They are divine-grade artifacts to begin with, aren't they?" Witch Miss shook her head.
Xiang Feihu smiled faintly. "But farming tools are still farming tools, aren't they?"
"Uh..." Witch Miss shook her head again.
There really was no way to communicate with her. They weren't even on the same wavelength—someone as dull and utterly lacking in romance as Xiang Feihu was absolutely not the type she would develop into a cannon... into a female friend.
"I'm hungry." Witch Miss let out a heavy sigh and looked toward the house. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I'll see if I can get something to eat from that old man's house... In this blasted place, even immortals get hungry?"