The afternoon sun slanted across the sky, its golden light spilling softly over the roofs of Black Tortoise City. It was about three o'clock when Wei Geng finally put down his axe and wiped the sweat from his brow.
His new home—three bedrooms, one living room, a kitchen, and a small bathroom—was modest, but to him, it was perfect.
Though it was a little smaller than the house he once owned in the Moon Lake Tribe and lacked a courtyard, it was clean, bright, and warm. After the chaos of the past few months, that was more than enough.
At the moment, he was cutting wood into planks with his hunting knife, preparing to make a bed for his family.
Just as he was measuring the wood, a gentle voice called out from behind.
"Husband, I'm taking Xiaolan to the high ground to serve the Moon Lord."
