Xiguang Village.
Since the Four Seasons Sect included this place in their sphere of influence, the regular flow of day and night, and the clear division of the four seasons began.
Another summer arrives.
The improved Xiguang wheat planted in the village has long reached maturity, with able-bodied men harvesting the wheat, children following to pick the fallen ears, while the elders sit at the edge of the fields, chatting and chewing food with laughter.
No matter how you look at it, it's a stunning picture—leisurely, comfortable, and peaceful.
A woman dressed in a purple palace gown quietly watched this scene.
She asked, "It seems they are doing well."
An elderly voice beside her replied, "What do you mean seems? You irresponsible mother, what right do you have to say such things?"
This was Jianmu's voice.
Once gentle and kind, his words now carried an indescribable anger, akin to a blazing fire determined to burn everything to ashes.
