After clearing the weeds, the Immortal really couldn't move anymore, lying in a pile of weeds, as if dead.
A sound came from afar—
"Hum~"
Immortal's fist hardened.
But immediately relaxed, even her clenched fists felt weak.
Li Changzhou quite liked this little cultivator who sold spirit fields, he reminded him of his own childhood, both hardworking and cheeky.
Immortal rested on the weeds for a while, and only then did cultivators start coming up the mountain one after another to begin clearing weeds.
The early morning had just begun.
Immortal continued her work, starting to plant spirit rice and spirit vegetables.
While she was facing the earth and sky, the little cultivator went to other cultivators' field ridges, collecting the weeds and tying them up one by one.
Obviously, the little cultivator had lived here for a while, familiar with many cultivators, and had obtained quite a lot of weeds.
