A vast grassland, over a hundred acres large.
That was what Fengyu saw when he arrived at his field.
The road at his feet was made of bluestone, grass growing neatly to his side.
Clearly this was an area only a select few could enter.
"This will be our field for a long time to come," Fengyu said as he looked at his ducks.
Even Ming and Ling to the side, hoping they would only remain in this field for the next two to three decades, were still full of expectations.
The future… how would it look like?
If it looked anything like this, they could be satisfied for having achieved something great.
"Let's enter!" Fengyu said, raising his token.
Moments later two formation plates flew out, numbers shining clearly on their surface – 5 and 8.
"Here, this should be your area." Fengyu handed over the plate with the 8.
They refined it superficially quickly, only entering the spiritual power to give it the simple command to open.
