On the reddened sandy wasteland, outside this mountain hollow, rows of neatly built mud-brick houses were constructed, seemingly during the time when Tilan was not present. One cannot help but marvel at the efficiency and mobilization ability of the Heshan Rescue Association members, as virtually all members chipped in and cooperated with clear division of labor.
No wonder they were able to survive the millennial chaos. If it weren't for this insect disaster, they might still be an independent power standing firm.
Tilan descended slowly with her entourage, among whom 7 were originally members of the caravan, and a few young boys and girls from the prairie with good talent, brought here by Tilan for personal guidance. There were also four Silkworm Moth Species looking around with their wings fluttering gently.
"There are so many people here, with so many around, it feels so safe." One of the Silkworm Moth Species cheerfully flapped her wings, though unfortunately, she couldn't fly.
