Time trickled away, and surprisingly, no one emerged from that path, which left Peter Brown rather bored.
When he looked again at the place for collecting belief energy inside the temple, Peter saw that ever since he had modified the settings, the sites previously gathering belief energy were now devoid of it, as a continuous stream flowed towards him.
He believed that those people must be aware of this situation, yet it was evident that they didn't dare to approach rashly.
Forget about it for now!
Peter gazed into his Elixir Sea. Ever since he had planted the Immortal Valley on that patch of Breath Soil, he had harvested a great quantity of Immortal Valley, ripening every two days. Although Peter's land was small, he had still reaped several acres' worth of yield.
"Trade!"
Without hesitation, except for saving the seeds, Peter exchanged all of the Immortal Valley once more.
This time, like before, he also traded for more Breath Soil.
