"Elm Ancestor."
"Lord Bai."
Back in the tree-root space, Old Man Yu paid his respects to each of them, then returned to his place.
The tree-root space had grown even wider. It was over four meters high and about five or six meters across.
It was safe to say that by now, most of the area beneath his courtyard had become hollow.
The entire space was wrapped in densely packed roots, forming a safe shelter from the Black Annihilation Wind Disaster.
Here, although the roots could not completely offset the disaster's ability to strip away one's lifespan, Old Man Yu had estimated that someone at Perfection of Fetal Movement like him would normally lose about eight to ten years over the course of a full disaster season.
But if he stayed inside the tree-root space, he would lose no more than about three years.
Even if he still had to go outside constantly to fend off and hunt the Insect Race, at most he would lose five years in total.
That was far better than the ten or twenty years he had once expected.
It also meant that he could live a little longer.
And this was while Lord Bai had only just begun to recover and had not even managed to sustain a Blessed Land, yet could already shelter others. If one day Lord Bai returned to his peak, just how astonishing would that be?
Perhaps next year, his three sons would no longer need to go to the Blessed Land.
"Next, I'll sweep the surrounding area, then leave for a few days. You must protect the lord well."
Suddenly, a deep, rough voice sounded in Old Man Yu's mind.
"Lord Bai, you're leaving?"
Old Man Yu's heart immediately lurched.
"I've already informed the lord. I'll be back within