Zhou Yan figured it out; no need to spend too much effort. Using artifact refining techniques and resources like timber from the forests within the Great Domain, he roughly crafted a row of small wooden huts for rest.
A simple and rustic row of small wooden huts, yet they are filled with an ancient aesthetic, much like those in the mountains of the Fu Xi Clan's Ancestor Land.
These don't exhaust the mind.
After finishing this, it only took about an hour.
Yet, all of this gives a sense of the warmth of home.
With a home, with people who matter, home is home.
This is Zhou Ying's home, it's Ping'er's home, it's Xiong Ba's home, and it's Zhou Yan's home too.
"We have a home now. After drifting for so many years, the anticipated happiness has suddenly arrived."
Zhou Ying was overwhelmed with emotion but added a touch of tenderness. Her gaze at Zhou Yan burned passionately.
