Li Shiming saw a village ahead and since it was still early, he canceled the blue glow on his leg, slowed down, and returned to a normal state.
This village, near the Central Capital, clearly suffered from poverty due to the mountainous terrain around it, with all houses made of thatch and mud.
"Six-son's family is truly pitiful; their entire two acres have been destroyed by Magic Water. How are they to survive!" he heard villagers discussing as he walked into the village.
"Indeed, not just Six-son's family, even the fields next to theirs are at risk!" another villager lamented.
For farmers, their fields are their livelihood; losing them is akin to losing their means to live.
"Old man, I am not familiar with this Magic Water; could you take me to see it?" Li Shiming felt a stir in his heart and greeted the speaking elder with a Confucian bow.
The elder looked up and saw Li Shiming in a Confucian Robe, hurriedly bowed deeply, too nervous to speak.
