The loosened soil in the garden, fluffy from being dry, resembled gravel.
Heat and barrenness shrouded this desolate land, seemingly impervious to change.
On this inevitably barren sand, a figure busied itself, picking stones, crushing dirt clumps, meticulously inspecting the land.
As the figure straightened up, Lu Li was revealed, with sleeves rolled up and wearing an apron.
Crossing the soft sandy soil, passing through the neighboring sand-covered estate, Lu Li untied the apron and returned to the shade of the makeshift shelter by the mansion steps.
Though the infernal heat could not harm him, the shade still brought comfort to the soul.
"...Will this make plants grow?" the Demon of the Earth asked him.
"Not yet."
In fact, it could, but it takes time, and the farther it is from Lu Li, the harder it is for the plants to grow.
Therefore, Lu Li would release the Speaker of the Trees at the center of the estate: "Don't you need to report to your father?"
