By the end of February, the Spirit Fields alongside the Chi Path were lush and vibrant with life.
The hardworking Spiritual Plant Farmers had begun their work in the fields early in the morning, clearing weeds and pests.
Although farming was arduous, the promising growth of the Spiritual Rice filled them with hope for a bountiful harvest this year, so they all worked with extra vigor, their weathered faces brimming with aspiration for the future.
They hoped the Spirit Fields would not suffer any disasters and that all the thieves would meet their demise.
Some farmers also shouldered heaps of dry firewood, heading towards Cloud Mountain City.
From the distance came the sound of a shepherd boy's bamboo flute.
Along the edge of a ridge, a few children carrying baskets were picking Fish Scale Grass.
The Fish Scale Grass that grew early in the spring was of the best quality, and now was the perfect time to harvest it.
