Heading northwest, Zhu Minglang found the place where that strange, monster-like light had disappeared.
This was a farming area of Nongsang City, where one could see the beautiful terraced fields, like mirrors of emerald water neatly stacked among the small hills.
It seemed this was the main place that supplied food to Xuange Country Capital.
Zhu Minglang walked between the ridges of the fields, seeing many people busily at work. Their figures were sparsely scattered throughout the paddies, and occasionally one could see an old man carrying fertilizer, walking on the field paths, humming a tune as he walked.
A strong odor wafted over.
Zhu Minglang glanced at the old man coming towards him with a load of fertilizer.
The old man's grating voice made Zhu Minglang genuinely admire his confidence, as he sang without a care in the world.
"Old brother, not bad singing," Zhu Minglang remarked insincerely.
