Seasons changed from spring to autumn.
For Fang Xi, even this amount of time wasn't enough to improve his "Item Transforming" technique from Beginner to Small Accomplishments.
But for low-level cultivators, it was another year of reincarnation.
Near Widow Liang's home, clusters of Spirit Rice in the Spiritual Field bent heavy with grain, looking exceptionally promising.
Even the Sky Brahman Gang manager, who came to collect protection fees, couldn't help but praise it incessantly.
He walked around the Spiritual Field a few times, offering compliments: "Good field, good harvest..."
In his words, there was a tinge of sentiment.
If one could peacefully farm and cultivate, who would want to risk their life in battle? Alas... such were the times...
Widow Liang, seeing the manager's expression, quickly said, "After the harvest, when I have paid off Zhou Sir and Mr. Fang's shares, I will hand over half of the remaining to the gang..."
