At the edge of the horizon was the faint, dark line of a mountain range.
Now that the gravel, with its poor heat retention, was gone, the temperature difference between day and night had returned to a normal range.
"Brother Zhao, task complete. I didn't cause any delays, did I?"
At eight in the morning, Han Ning returned to the reconstruction camp, right on time.
"Excellent, absolutely incredible! Great work. We'll take it from here!"
His face flush with excitement, Old Zhao gazed at the fertile land in the distance and gave a grand wave of his hand.
At that moment, gathered behind him were at least a thousand older folks—mostly middle-aged and elderly 'old-timers'—a mix of humans, Dragon Blood People, and Hexagon People.
The Dragon Blood People were the most numerous. They called themselves Children of the Forest and had unique insights on how to cultivate one.
The air rippled violently.
