Song Wen waited until Mi Man's figure had vanished completely before putting away the flying ship and heading for Cloud Creek Valley.
After winding this way and that, he returned to Cloud Creek Valley an hour later.
He passed through the formation and entered the gorge, only to see Guan Lin sitting atop a pavilion, her face steeped in sorrow.
The moment she saw Song Wen return, a fawning look instantly rippled through her eyes, and she hurried over to greet him.
"Master, you're back."
Song Wen's expression remained indifferent as he spoke coldly.
"I was gone for half a month. Why does the spirit field still have only a rudimentary shape?"
Before entering the gorge, Song Wen had carefully examined everything within it in case of unforeseen circumstances.
On the western side of the gorge, there was now a spirit field covering roughly a hundred mu, but it was all show and no substance. It only looked like farmland and did not even qualify as the lowest-grade spirit field.
Guan Lin hurriedly pleaded, "This servant truly isn't skilled at reclaiming spirit fields. Could Master hire a few spirit farmers to reclaim it?"
"If there were spirit farmers, what use would you be?" Song Wen asked in a deep voice.
Guan Lin reached out and untied the sash around her waist.
Her clothes, which had already left both shoulders bare, immediately slipped down.
"I will serve Master well, until your bones go soft and your sinews melt, until you drift like an immortal."
Song Wen swept his gaze over the body before him, only to suddenly feel a sharp soreness in his lower back.
His expression darkened abruptly.
"Reclaim your spirit field properly. If there is still no progress for long, don't blame me for burying you in it to