In that moment, Meng Hao was floating in the air far up above. He was the only person on the first continent who didn't seem to have been affected by the sudden disappearance of the energy of Heaven and Earth.
He looked down at the ninth incarnation of his clone, a complex expression twisting his face. He looked down at Yan'er with her disfigured face, and Perfect. He looked at the family down below, and after a long moment passed, he sighed.
At the moment, he still felt that the best thing to do was refrain from interfering.
A few months passed. Little Treasure, despite being blind, was very skilled in carpentry, which was a valuable skill in the frigid world in which they lived. Because of that, he was one of the few people among the refugees who was permitted to live inside the cave on the mountain where they resided.
