"I see. Should we then wait for a few days?" With a subtle gesture, his servants, or rather Guardians, comprehended his intention and sprang into action. Their watchful eyes tracked every move as the servants diligently cleared away the debris scattered around the area, creating a clean canvas for the forthcoming transformation. Swiftly, they assembled a simple bamboo house, carefully tailored to provide solace for their young master during his respite.
The symphony of construction reverberated through the air, accompanied by swirling clouds of dust. Yet, as if guided by an invisible force field, the particles dared not encroach upon the sacred space occupied by Xia Wei and Qian Ya. Their sanctuary remained untouched amidst the bustling activity.
