Disaster relief continued for nearly a month before moist air finally blew in from the Dao Sea, bringing several satisfyingly heavy downpours.
Chen Qi also agreed to stay in Eastern Ridge. Here, at Mu Lan Pavilion, although none of them were related by blood, everyone treated one another like family, making it a comfortable, warm place.
After more than a month of work, Mu Lan had long since shaken off her gloom. Still, life was so long; perhaps whenever she recalled her wedding in the future, some pain would well up in her heart.
Xi Bazì and Sweet Potato Boy set off again, carrying goods from Eastern Ridge to the Northern Plains, and would also convey Chen Qi's plans to Chen Shichong.
Mu Bai had been back in Spirit Command City for over a month now, and it was time he returned to the Spirit Taming Sect. After all, he still drew a monthly stipend from the sect.
Upon entering the Spirit Taming Sect, everything seemed unchanged. So long as no great upheaval struck the sect, the world of cultivators, for all its splendor, seemed forever the same.
"Zuo Lin, instead of focusing on cultivation or working at the Pill Hall, what are you doing in this herb field?"
Returning to his cave abode and seeing Zuo Lin bent over working in the herb field, Mu Bai felt a little angry.
"Master, you're back. Since I've become your disciple, I should naturally fulfill my duties. Tending your herb field while you're away is only right."
"What is the situation at the Pill Hall now?"
"Reporting to Master, the Pill Hall has developed normally throughout the years since you left. Zhu Da manages it in your stead, and Wang Chong oversees the alchemists. The Pill Hall's herb fields and beast garden