Three years passed in a flash, and Morax had fully settled into the village.
He and Xiu Yuan worked opposite tasks. When Xiu Yuan went shore gathering and fishing, he had to tend the vegetable fields; when Xiu Yuan tended the fields, he had to go shore gathering and fishing.
Life was quiet and comfortable.
As time went on, Morax almost forgot that he could wield elemental power, that he was a Demon God.
Of course, those lapses only lasted an instant.
Morax had changed a great deal over those three years. He had grown more mature and measured in his actions, and considered far more things than he used to.
In the past, he had relied on his unrivaled divine power. Whenever he could not decide what to do, he simply fought. Back then, he believed that ninety-nine percent of the world's problems could be solved with his fists.
Now things were different. After living as a mortal for three years, he preferred to avoid fighting whenever possible.
By comparison, Xiu Yuan had barely changed. For three years, his days had followed much the same routine.
He simply had to drink a pot of tea every day, without fail.
It was as though he would die if he went without tea.
Besides drinking tea, he occasionally meditated, usually in the afternoon or before dawn.
"Hurry! Hurry!!!!"
A dirt-covered man tumbled straight down a hillside and landed sprawled at the edge of the village.
"Ning Ping!? Wasn't it your turn to keep watch today? What happened?"
A villager hurried over at the sight.
"Hurry!!!! Run!!!!"
He clutched the woman with both hands, his face filled with terror.
"A huge flood is coming!!!!!"
The woman's pupils shrank to pinpoints. Her entire body stiffened, and she froze where she stood.
The man