"Ah,"
The hot wind brushed against Yi Lin's face, tousling her hair.
The incessant chirping of the cicadas rose and fell without pause.
Finally, in the river, solitary shadows of fish swam about once again.
Yi Lin couldn't help but remark, "Today's wind is indeed boisterous."
Today, Yi Lin had an ample amount of Psychic Points.
Bai Xiaoyi, Nie Hongxie, and Gaya Kantomi—three Mother Spirits—sat in a row on the roof of the farmer's hut.
Today they were not fighting.
In these dull farmlands, after battling for a whole month, everyone had grown tired.
Fighting was neither lethal nor could they escape; it served no purpose other than mere indulgence.
"Master seems really bored."
Gaya Kantomi was dressed more formally today with a slightly longer skirt. Holding her delicate chin, she gazed at Yi Lin working in the field, her eyes sparkling.
"Tsk, and you think you're less bored?"
