Two months flew by like sand slipping through fingers, as Jeming lost himself in the time spent on research.
In the mansion's underground laboratory, all kinds of peculiar energy fluctuations never ceased, and every successful experiment made Jeming's theoretical framework even more complete.
During this time, the ongoing renovations of the "Golden Garden," transformed from the ruins of Golden Harbor, were proceeding methodically, even exceeding Jeming's expectations.
The residents who had been transformed, motivated by money, worked tirelessly day and night, collecting the morning's Hundred Flowers Dew for Jeming and maintaining the vitality of the garden.
Their societal structure, as Jeming wished, had initially formed a prototype centered around labor and trade.
Their daily joys, sorrows, pursuits of material things, and desires for life, like small streams, converged into scarce yet pure Red Dust Qi.
