Although no changes could yet be seen on the surface, deep underground, those tiny roots were slowly spreading. Before long, they would break through the ground and grow their first tender leaves.
Not far away, in another open campsite, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei and Ghost Leopard Douluo were engaged in entirely different work.
Gui Mei still wore a pitch-black robe, with his hood pulled low to conceal most of his face.
But instead of hiding in the shadows as he had before, he stood beside a pile of newly delivered stone, silently lifting a stone block half the height of a person.
His movements seemed unhurried, yet every bend, lift, and placement carried extreme precision and efficiency.
Each stone block weighed several hundred jin. If ordinary people had been moving them, it would have taken at least seven or eight people to lift a single one.
Yet Gui Mei completed the entire task alone with ease.
He was like a tireless machine, moving the stone blocks one after another and stacking them neatly along the edge of the section of wall being repaired.
Not far away, Ghost Leopard Douluo stood beneath a section of wall that needed reinforcing, his arms folded as his gaze swept over the gaps and cracks blasted into it by soul skills.
He wore fitted dark cyan clothing. His build was lean, but as he stood there, he radiated a sharp presence that no one dared overlook.
He raised his right hand, his five fingers curling into a claw before he suddenly thrust it forward.
Blue-black Soul Power gathered at his fingertips and formed five sharp claw lights, precisely shaving flat a protruding piece of rubble on the wall. The fragment fell at once, its broken surface smooth as a mirror.
Several Northern Frontier soldiers laying