Stability is truly precious.
Especially for a transmigrator who could travel between two realms, not encountering troubles while developing stably is a wealth far more valuable than any windfall or opportunity.
During this peaceful month, although nothing particularly major had happened, for An Jing himself, it was equally thrilling.
In the Tianyuan Realm, An Jing and Huo Qing drove across the constantly changing roads of the Floating Dust Plains, killing any Demon Beasts they came across, and occasionally also dropping off a can of food as a reward for a fierce wolf (or perhaps a dog) that would help them repel other Demon Beasts and wag its tail at them.
The two men transported merchandise together and organized materials with Iron Hand, and after everything was in order, the three men, hands on hips, contentedly watched the well-organized warehouse, sharing a simple joy with a mutual smile.
