The massive chimney toppled toward the ground, emitting a sound like bricks and stones, raising dust all around.
As the dust settled, the chimney, over three meters tall, had completely fractured into several pieces. Bi Fang used rocks to shatter it entirely, burying it in a large pit he had dug earlier.
When he reached the last water hole, the Water Monitors were alerted by the noise. Unfortunately, Bi Fang chased them away, watching as the water hole that produced fresh fish daily was gradually filled with bricks and stones, and by noon, it had transformed into soil that was no different from the rest of the ground.
The fish pit was no more.
At five-thirty, the sky began to darken, and a reddish sun flooded the entire jungle.
Bi Fang sat on the ground, using a smooth whetstone to sharpen the dagger in his hands. The faint glow of the golden sunset bathed him, his eyelashes glistening, as devout as a monk in his asceticism.
