"Dinner's ready!"
"Dinner's ready!"
The children's voices rang out across Small Mountain Village.
Every household sprang into action. Young and old, men and women, carrying pots, bowls, and all sorts of utensils, gathered at the clearing where the village usually held its feasts.
Dugu Yuqing set down the many thunderbirds in the clearing and handed them over to Uncle Zhang, Aunt Wang, and the others, then headed toward the Small Courtyard.
At that moment.
Inside the Small Courtyard.
With nothing better to do, Li Fan was helping Gongya with the farm work.
He drew plenty of well water to irrigate the plants in the Small Courtyard. It was now the bright springtime of March, and fresh green growth covered the grounds.
The World Tree had sprouted new buds. Every leaf seemed to bear the imprint of a world, mysterious energy circulating through it as though it were nurturing the embryonic form of countless worlds.
Back in the Yin Realm and the Yang Realm, the World Tree had absorbed many imprints of worlds and stored them within itself. Those imprints hadn't disappeared; instead, they seemed to have been preserved inside the tree.
Nan Feng's Divine Blood Grass had been carried to the village entrance by the little wolf back in the Yin Realm. It was now flourishing, with seven leaves of a beautiful hue.
The Primal Divine Grape had sprouted, and its branches already stood taller than a person. Li Fan thought it would bear fruit this year. He still vividly remembered how big and plump Ziling's grapes had been, so he had been especially attentive while tilling the soil.
Long Zixuan's lotus was still growing in the pond. The little black fish had grown to four or five pounds. Li Fan did his best not to look at it,