Under the sunlight, the spirit wood swayed in the spirit plant forest, specks of light falling like rain.
Within the forest, clansmen from the Medicine Division entered, beginning to clear the grown weeds.
A few innate Little Spirit Race dragged their long tails, landing on the bodies of several clansmen.
These clansmen were not sorcerers, and the wrinkles on their faces and cracks on their hands showed they were not young.
Yet the Little Spirit Race landed on their heads and shoulders, falling into a deep sleep.
Although there were traces of Martial Dao on these people, it was only the result of passing time, they weren't even Stone-Breaker level, and their path in Martial Dao had long since ended.
Yet they were very close to the Little Spirit Race, attracting them to come over.
While the clansmen were busy, piles of rabbits wandered through the forest, checking the witch medicines with wounds, occasionally taking a sip of the medicinal qi mixed with moonlight liquid.
