After some consideration, Li Cunxu decided to ignore the matter of Li Shiyin planting the seeds of resentment demon lotus, and let it develop naturally. Anyway, for the time being, the seeds would not grow and bloom.
"Alas! It all comes down to my lack of strength. If I were stronger, I wouldn't care about his schemes. I'd just punch him to death."
Li Cunxu felt an urgent desire to become stronger, but mastering beasts is a gradual process that cannot be rushed.
Suppressing his thoughts, Li Cunxu began to vigorously expand the Slime tribe's population while catching up on the knowledge he lacked.
In the blink of an eye, it was February of the second year.
New green grass leaves swayed gently in the breeze, with dewdrops sparkling in the morning sun, embellishing the boundless greenness. In the distance, sheep scattered on the lush grassland like white clouds, their occasional bleating echoing across the open plains.
