He watched Senior Brother Jiang leave.
Song He glanced at the huge array built on flat ground and looked at the sunlight within, falling silent for a moment.
The sunlight inside had only a weak Power of the Sun, but it was still the Power of the Sun, and if unaffected by external forces, in a calm environment,
it could exist for a long time.
He stretched out his hand, his spirit Qi drawing a thread of the Power of the Sun into his palm, and looked down — that touch of sunlight was bright yet fragile, inexplicably bearing a kind of broken beauty.
"It's pretty beautiful, how about I build you a home?" he silently watched the sunlight for a while, then sent his consciousness towards the only Sun Chasing Rice that had developed a Spiritual Nature.
It was like a timid and bashful child, hiding inside, only exposing a little bit of its consciousness and lightly touching Song He's.
