"Sword Saint Zhao?"
Baili Qingfeng stopped.
He saw Zhao Si walking barefoot from a distance toward the Small Courtyard, one step at a time, quite a bit of mud clinging to his hands.
This scene...
Sent ripples through his thoughts.
"What are you..."
"I just came back from the fields."
Zhao Si replied.
"You're... still farming?"
Baili Qingfeng looked at Zhao Si.
From him...
He could even sense a power equivalent to the entire Sky Barren World.
"Of course."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
Zhao Si looked at Baili Qingfeng strangely. "Although everyone has enough food and clothing now, food is still the most basic thing sustaining life. Besides, I like farming, so I keep farming. It's just like how you liked playing games when you were young. You didn't stop liking them when you grew up, did you?"
"Adults rarely play games."
"That's not because they don't like them, but because they're caught up in all kinds of matters, their energy dragged away until they have no time to play. If you gave them complete leisure, so they didn't have to worry about their daily necessities, do you think they'd play or not?"
Zhao Si spoke as he walked.
"But..."
"People shouldn't think too much. Some things will change, while some things... never will."
Zhao Si seemed to think of something and suddenly said, "Oh, right. Old Master Changkong left something with me and told me to hand it to you after Miss Shi Yiyi was no longer around. Wait here. I'll go get it for you."
"Some things will change, while some things... never will."
Baili Qingfeng murmured to himself.
He watched as Zhao Si walked barefoot toward the Small Courtyard a hundred meters away.
The Small Courtyard was filled with all kinds of fruit and vegetables.
Watermelons, pumpkins, winter