298 Stability
He let out a sigh, mixed with myriad emotions.
Parents, brothers, and others came in, taking deep breaths of excitement.
These days felt like a dream to them, so miraculous.
"This is our home. Now, don't just stand there. Cut down trees to build wooden houses. If you don't want to sleep outdoors tonight, then hurry up." The old man was over a hundred years old, hadn't broken through to the Innate level, and didn't have many years left to live.
But at this moment, he still spoke with vigor and was full of hope for the future, as if he had suddenly become decades younger.
There was a sense of a final, bright flash, a feeling that it was worth dying for.
The others left, and arrangements began swiftly and busily.
Zhao Wushuang slowly came back to his senses. He knew that it wasn't realistic to cultivate with all his might here, as the Spiritual Qi needed to grow Spirit Rice and such.
