Fang Mo had been pondering how to use the new mod.
As he absentmindedly walked forward, he unexpectedly ran into a familiar figure. "...Huh?"
Since Fang Mo had been taking a stroll while thinking, he had unknowingly reached the northwestern edge of the sect, where the Spiritual Fields were located.
Although this place had been struck by a Nuke Flying Sword yesterday, Fang Mo had forcibly reversed the River of Time, restoring the Spiritual Fields to their original state. Stalks of emerald spiritual wheat flourished vigorously. As the breeze swept through them, ripples seemed to spread across water, and countless ears of wheat swayed like waves.
And amid this breathtaking scenery—
There happened to be a person and a deer confronting each other in the distance.
"..."
The spiritual deer stood there with its eyes wide, speaking in a human voice. Yet it politely asked the fairy before it, "...Is it time?"
"When?"
The petite, aloof fairy frowned slightly at those words.
"...Is it time?"
Yet the spiritual deer gave no response, merely repeating its previous question over and over.
"When?"
A trace of confusion appeared in the eyes of the Ruthless Valley fairy. "Did you, a beast of these mountains, awaken your intelligence on your own? Or are you an untransformed demon cultivator who traveled thousands of miles to get here?"
"...Is it time?"
The spiritual deer offered no answer, only persistently repeated its question.
"..."
The fairy fell silent as well.
"...Is it time?"
Yet the spiritual deer never stopped speaking. As it asked, it lowered its head and tore off a mouthful of spiritual wheat, leisurely chewing it. As kernels burst between its teeth, the air filled with the distinctive sweet fragrance of wheat pulp.
"..."
After lowering her head to think for a moment, the fairy