Su Mo gazed at the firewood piled outside the small hut and the vegetable patch that looked like a mortal's garden, his expression deeply complicated.
Was Ji Shuang truly planning to live here in seclusion?
"Did she do all this?" Su Mo turned toward the Hairpin and asked softly.
The Hairpin bobbed up and down, flew before Su Mo, and pointed at the mulberry saplings, seemingly saying... Ji Shuang had spent a great deal of effort finding these saplings elsewhere, too.
Su Mo stepped into the vegetable patch and found that it contained only ordinary crops.
He could not imagine it. Could a person really grow up so quickly?
A pampered, innocent little girl now knew to do these things for her own food and clothing, things that seemingly only ordinary mortals would do.
The autumn wind blew, and the fiery-red mulberry tree swayed with it, shedding leaf after leaf.
They drifted down in a scattered flurry.
Su Mo's white robes fluttered gently, as though sharing in the sorrow.
With a sigh, Su Mo stepped into the garden, took many crop seeds from his Spirit Sea, opened up another patch of garden, and scattered the seeds inside.
Back when he was on Peach Mountain, he had gathered these seeds from all over so that the people within Desolate Demon Pass could live in abundance.
Su Mo gently unfurled the Power of All Spirits, and the plants in the courtyard poked their heads out.
Lifting his gaze, Su Mo looked toward the gently rolling hills, his expression peaceful, his bearing graceful and refined.
The Hairpin flew to Su Mo's side and likewise watched everything before them.
The breeze was gentle, and the mountains rolled softly.
The red mulberry swayed, dropping a few more leaves, some landing on the small hut, others