Late at night, the Strange Beasts in the valley were still diligently putting on their performance—climbing up the valley walls, then running wildly and endlessly.
On the opposite side of the valley, all the Martial Artists watched the various performances of the Strange Beasts. Of course, only Chen Mo knew it was a performance; everyone else was merely watching the spectacle.
Everyone had been extremely busy that day. Some gathered branches from the shrubs, some made Defense Pods, some went to the hilly area across the valley to melt snow for water, and some made honey separators. There was no end to the work, and every Martial Artist had been run ragged.
Even Chen Mo, Ouyang Nan, and the others had joined in and worked all day. That included the two Xiantian Masters, Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing. Naturally, those two old men had not done any physical labor. Instead, they had personally supervised the making of the Defense Pods.
The Defense Pods concerned everyone's interests and would protect them as they passed through the beehive area, so how could they not personally oversee the work?
Everyone had labored all day and was exhausted. Otherwise, they would not have sat on the other side of the valley watching the Strange Beasts run; they would have been cultivating instead. First, they were physically and mentally worn out from the day's labor and wanted to rest. Second, they had been so enthusiastic because Qian Ying had promised that if the honey harvest succeeded that night, everyone would receive a share according to their contribution.
Honey gathered by Red Crimson Bees... it was simply...
At the thought of the honey's effects, both hands worked even faster.
Everyone who had used the honey had seen a considerable increase in strength. Thus, all the Martial