Spring and summer passed, giving way to the autumn harvest. More than half a year later, Fang Qingyuan was inside the Immortal Mansion, directing the Long-armed Apes as they meticulously harvested the Spirit Rice.
Because these Long-armed Apes cultivated, Spiritual Power had entered their minds, making their intellect far more nimble than that of their mundane counterparts.
After several years of multiplying, there were now a dozen or so young monkeys in the troop. At this moment, they clung to their mothers' backs, watching their elders walk through the Spirit Rice fields and take turns working.
Yuan Yi, their leader, wasn't idle either. He used a delicate technique to look after the old and weak of the troop, striving to ensure not a single grain of Spirit Rice was lost.
As the Three-legged Golden Crow above slowly dissipated its light and heat, the sky began to dim. When the Golden Crow completely folded its wings, night fell upon the land.
