After turning it over in his mind, Luo Yan still felt this approach was unwise.
Reviving the Willow God was certainly important, but he had to retain enough strength to keep himself alive.
Luo Yan returned to the Medicine Garden and stopped concerning himself with affairs beyond his window. Given the circumstances, increasing his own strength remained the safest course.
The sun sank behind the western hills and rose again in the east, light and shadow overlapping in a tangled jumble.
One afternoon, Stone Village fought a fierce battle with another tribe living in the Desolate Mountain Range. That tribe was called Bei Village, and its Sacrificial Spirit was an old, lame bei beast.
Luo Yan spared a sliver of attention to examine that old bei beast's strength. It was not powerful.
Stone Village was special, naturally beyond comparison with ordinary tribes. Judging by its status alone, it was actually the ancestral homeland of the Stone Kingdom's imperial family.
The battle lasted only an afternoon. When the villagers returned, they even brought back a rare creature-a Suanni!
Night fell. Luo Yan sat before the bonfire while the children began howling like ghosts and wolves again. Clearly, they were undergoing another medicinal bath.
The effects of this medicinal bath were obvious. By the next day, many children in the village had undergone astonishing changes, their strength increasing considerably.
Shi Hao also began to distinguish himself. He had grown stronger and could even use precious techniques, making him more formidable than some of the village's grown men!
At this stage, Shi Hao should already have been close to entering the Blood-Moving Realm.
What remained unchanged was that Luo Yan still often saw the little fellow sneaking drinks of milk. He adored it.
Teaching the children to read remained an easy task. They