Jiang Man walked step by step across the lush grass.
The ground was somewhat damp, sinking slightly beneath his feet, and a few emerald blades of grass stuck to his soles.
It must have rained. Tiny droplets still hung from the tips of the grass, refracting flecks of light.
The air carried the scent of earth, fresh and moist, with the distinctive fragrance that followed rain.
It felt pleasant.
Like taking a stroll after the rain.
Breathing in the moist air, Jiang Man, who had been feeling somewhat restless, grew considerably calmer.
Too much had happened lately, one thing after another, leaving him almost no time to catch his breath.
Even a Peerless Heavenly Prodigy like him felt a little moved.
Was it his own problem, or were the Evil Gods simply too troublesome?
There was rarely any peace.
But if he had to choose again, he would still choose days like these.
There was no helping it.
The rewards were too great.
This trip alone had earned him several million Spirit Sources.
Before setting out, he would never even have dared imagine it.
He still needed to keep improving his cultivation.
As for not making it back in July, he had stopped thinking about that.
He could afford the compensation.
"What happened to you?"
A languid voice came from ahead, accompanied by the crunch of someone biting into fruit.
Only then did Jiang Man realize he had arrived.
Ting Fengyin was sitting beneath a tree thick with foliage, his back against its sturdy trunk, one leg stretched straight out and the other bent casually. He held a pink fruit in his hand and was biting into it absentmindedly.
Along the way, he also tossed things into the water.
Fish flickered beneath the surface, chasing the crumbs that fell into