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Three months later, in the Taoist Domain.
A person clad in white, more pristine than snow, trod upon the dusty path as they approached.
"Qing Region?"
"Taoist Domain?"
"..."
Walking on the great avenue, the newcomer lapsed into silence.
Officer Horse Avenue, paved with concrete, bustled with traffic and kicked up clouds of dust.
Along the road, fields stretched into the distance, a golden sea.
"Taoist Domain plot number 108,103!"
"Crop: yellow jade corn!"
"Companion crop: Yellow Beam Rice!"
"Sound field cycle: all four seasons, one crop per season"
"Yield per acre: ..."
Yun Mengyao paused beside the road, gazing at the sign next to the fields, then looking over the vast, yellow golden rice fields that stretched like a river or sea, speechless for a long time.
Ten years ago, she had left Mercy Sailing Temple by her master's command, wandering between the various regions of the world.
Such a sight she had seen, yet not seen.
