Silent was the night, and the next day Liu Mou lazily lay in bed, scrolling through news on his phone. For some reason, these past few days, there had been a spate of "Immortal's Trap" cases featured in the news, which gave Liu Mou a sense of decay wafting in the air. Modern men truly battled with loneliness, looking for girls only to fall into the Immortal's Trap and subsequently losing thousands or even tens of thousands—that seemed trivial to them.
Liu Mou sighed and then sat up to pick out a couple of nice clothes to wear. These days, his workshop had been earning a fortune each day. With Dou Yinya as a powerful herb purchaser, coupled with some small storefront operations, Liu Mou was now able to accumulate wealth without moving a finger.
Observing the village gradually getting back on the right track filled Liu Mou with satisfaction. He believed that as long as the village grew strong, nothing could hinder its progress.
