The next morning, Ah Er set off, trembling with trepidation.
A Token was tucked into its waist, a deliberate display to show it was different from a Demon Beast—that it belonged to someone.
Bai Mo had been in the stone house for a long time, but he had no intention of just holing up for now.
Taking a small knife, he ambled up the mountain and began to prune the green plants.
A trail of trimmed branches and leaves fell in his wake, and the scent of vegetation filled the mountain air.
This was a task Ah Er could not perform.
It lacked the necessary cultivation and its perception was far too poor; it couldn't see the flow of qi within the plants.
It was meticulous work.
Bai Mo spent the entire morning covering just half the mountainside.
In the distance, a streak of light flew toward him at extreme speed.
Even from afar, he could feel the sharp aura of the gilded light.
"Junior Brother, what a leisurely mood!"
