Late at night,
Yang Yue and Li Qing lay on an unfamiliar big bed. Although the room was pitch black, they were in an unfamiliar environment and didn't feel sleepy at all.
Xuanhe Village didn't have any accommodation options, but Zhang Hao's relatives had several spare rooms. After some negotiation, the two successfully settled in.
"Qingqing, what do you think is going on with this farm?" Yang Yue's voice broke the silence in the room. She turned to Li Qing, her spirit gradually growing excited, "The pet beasts on the farm are all impressive, and they even grow several spirit plants, eating spirit fish daily!"
"This is really outrageous, isn't it?"
"Yes." Li Qing replied softly, "But it's someone else's secret."
"I know." Yang Yue continued excitedly and sat up, leaning against the wall, "But I'm just curious. How could there be such a strange farm in such a remote place?"
"And did you notice the status of that Flame Cloud Falcon on the farm?"
