Thousands of skeleton zombies were seen holding bundles of rice, coming to Central Mountain Range, passing them to the mountains, and stuffing them into those ventilated mountain caves.
Even in eternal night, there was an incessant wind here that would gradually dry all the rice.
"What's going on? You still haven't told me how you grew so much grain. This much food is enough to feed a few hundred thousand people. Are there that many people here now?" Harvey shook the mud from his foot and asked.
"Hehe, let Silver coin explain." The Great Sage, looking at the grains in the mountain caves, showed a sense of satisfaction from the bountiful harvest, he was too lazy to talk, just staying there and laughing foolishly.
