With the Guang Qin matter settled and no worries in sight, Lin Qingluo took solace, spending his leisure time tending to the orchards, brewing fine wine, and settling into a routine in the Spirit Realm.
Mo Yi directed the young men to clear the land and plant crops, with significant results.
At the transition of autumn to winter, rice fields and vegetable patches vibrated with life - tender new shoots greeted the winter sun, comfortably stretching their branches and leaves.
Lotus blossoms bloomed in the canal, encircling the entire farm, and the peach orchard reflected their glow. The sight was breathtakingly beautiful.
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The once-every-three-year entrance assessment for the Ethereal Immortal Palace was drawing near, and Mo Yi's training became even more severe.
Mu Fan, Lin Jinming, and Lin Jinhua, the three disciples, bore the brunt of the special attention. The training was more brutal than hell, as if they were skinned alive daily. It was horrifying.
