The shelter was now complete. It resembled the compounds of drug lords in the lawless zones of his past life—a collection of separate bamboo houses built on a raised platform.
Qin Fang returned to his room, but as he lay on his bed, his thoughts were still on the tragic state of True Martial City.
In the end, all he could do was let out a soft sigh…
…It was no longer a matter they could interfere in.
The following days returned to a state of peace. They lived in seclusion at the foot of Old Ox Back Mountain, unknown to the outside world.
Qin Fang went "bee fishing" every day. Sometimes he got lucky and hooked two or three, but other times his luck was rotten, and seven or eight might appear at once…
But it didn't matter. Since he now lived on Old Ox Back, he could decisively give up when he failed and just come back a while later.
This ensured that everyone had Bee Meat to eat every day.
