Jiu Mu put on that new linen dress for her cousin that she couldn't bear to wear, and with the help of the clan members, buried her.
Since then, she began to live on food from hundreds of families.
The tougher the environment, the closer the community tends to be, to better withstand natural and man-made disasters and survive.
Like Jiu Mu, an orphan who could do some farm work within her ability, the clan members spontaneously found work for her and gave her food without the clan leader needing to say anything.
Thus, relying on a mouthful of vegetables here and a sip of porridge there, Jiu Mu, who had no closer blood relatives to rely on, grew up slowly like this.
Her cousin's legacy to her was like a distant dream. She fantasized about awakening as a demon cultivator, able to summon storms, move mountains, fill seas, and kill the demon leader, allowing the entire clan to live days free of hunger and humiliation.
But Jiu Mu could only fantasize.
