Lu Yang still had a conscience. He knew Old Meng had been punished because he was the one who had proposed their spell battle, and he bore part of the responsibility for destroying the white sandalwood grove, too.
So he volunteered to do two months of labor at the Mountain-Moving and Sea-Filling Sect.
"That's more like it."
Before heading to the Mountain-Moving and Sea-Filling Sect, the two had to restore the ruins in front of Meng Jingzhou's cave dwelling to their original state.
From a distance, this part of Body Refining Peak looked like a dog had taken a bite out of it. The bare ground was truly an eyesore.
Lu Yang had never considered using Tang Chuanwu's time reversal. The last time they had encountered a murder, he'd asked Tang Chuanwu to reverse time in order to save the victim and catch the killer.
This time was different. Lu Yang couldn't very well make Tang Chuanwu kill himself just because he'd made a mistake. Even if Tang Chuanwu could come back to life, dying once was no pleasant experience.
Lu Yang had realized long ago that if he made Tang Chuanwu kill himself whenever something happened, he would easily become indifferent to Tang Chuanwu's life and treat him as a tool.
The two worked together, shaving away several layers of ground until they'd completely removed the scorched earth and glass. Then they dug up some soil from the sect's grasslands and filled in the massive pit.
"What should we do about the white sandalwood grove? Use the Tree-Planting Art?"
Lu Yang was a little stumped, too. After thinking it over, he suggested, "Since the Third Elder cultivated the grove, restoring it directly with the Tree-Planting Art would erase all traces of his work. We'd better plant white sandalwood seeds