One month later.
The moon was bright, stars sparse, and a gentle night breeze blew. In the spirit field, tens of thousands of glittering green lights, like pouring rain, fell on the leaves of the Jade Leaf Mulberry and its dark green branches.
The leaves, as they reflected the spirit light, looked like translucent jade, with clearly visible veins.
Ji An felt the magical power within him completely exhausted and let out a gentle breath.
Finally, he had completed the spellcasting plan he set for today; it wasn't easy.
Hoping to quickly nurture the spirit wood, Huang Feihu and the nearby spirit farmers were of no help, so he had to cast the magic himself.
"I was supposed to be a farm owner, but I ended up being a farmer."
Ji An chuckled, but a faint smile played on his lips.
Now owning five thousand acres of mountain forests, he just awaited the roots of these spirit woods to penetrate deep into the earth, and then he would feel much less burdened.
