The increase in small animals was basically an unsolvable problem. The crows were still too few to keep watch over all forty mu of bamboo forest.
But so far, no small animals had been able to enter the Spirit-Gathering Formation. Even the crows did not dare go inside.
Many small animals that refused to believe it had already been burst to death by the spiritual energy.
Feng Jun's parents had finally finished handling their affairs. Gazi and Xu Leigang rushed over at once to pick the elderly couple up and bring them to Yang City. Dou Jiahui had nothing to do, so he came along as well.
The moment they saw Luohua Manor, the elderly couple was utterly shocked.
By then, the manor's walls had already been completed. Built along the mountain, many sections were far thicker than the retaining slopes.
In the rain, the walls were practically invisible. Jagged, upright boulders stood everywhere, and halfway up the walls were often small platforms—some level, some slanted—where plants could somehow grow.
Only the half-meter-high red walls and green tiles at the very top reminded people that there was a boundary wall here.
Of course, the walls could not possibly have been only half a meter high. That meant the parts below were walls too.
However, Feng Wenhui and his wife did not notice the walls at all. Seeing such a vast tract of land, they already suspected their eyes were playing tricks on them. "Gazi, this whole mountain belongs to Little Jun?"
"Yeah," Lu Xiaoning answered honestly. "This wall, these roads... Brother Jun built them all. There are villas, wells, bamboo forests, and more inside. Brother Jun has always been busy."
The villa itself was rather ordinary, with a somewhat rural style. When its former owner, Li Ning, built it, practicality