A few weeks had passed since the Bai family settled on White Lotus Peak, and the quiet mountain had undergone a subtle transformation. Under the meticulous care of Elder Bai Zhen, the overgrown eastern slopes had been cleared and tilled. What was once a wilderness of jagged rocks and thorny weeds was now a series of neat, terraced spiritual plots.
Everyone on the peak had lent a hand to the effort. Lin Yao had used her flames to incinerate the stubborn brush, while Wang Tian had spent hours carting away heavy rocks. Even Su Ming had helped lay down the foundational boundaries.
Currently, Su Ming stood at the edge of the plots, holding a bronze array compass. He adjusted a node flag, checking the flow of spiritual Qi. Finetuning the balance of local energy was a tedious process, but it was necessary to ensure the plots could sustain the delicate herbs they planned to grow.
