Near the small wooden house, Nian Shutong roamed to the warehouse to see what she had in surplus to prepare thank-you gifts.
It turned out that all she had left were rice and flour.
Of course, there were plenty of seafood on the other side of the mountain, which was manageable.
After making a round, Nian Shutong made her decision, deciding to deal with it tomorrow and rest for now.
After a night of cultivation, Nian Shutong's strength was steadily growing, the pig sculpture she held was almost used up, and she had consumed over a dozen crystal stones.
In the early morning, Nian Shutong walked from the outside forests and soon reached her own land.
So far, thousands of acres had been cleared, and the forest's edge kept retreating backward.
But Nian Shutong wasn't worried about the dwindling trees, because on Blue Star, there was nothing but seawater and trees, no real arable land.
