They mostly returned to their hometowns, with only a few working from their youth until old age.
Working from the Spirit Herb Garden to the dining hall, finally dying of old age.
Birth, aging, illness, death.
Sometimes, observing all this, Jiang Hao couldn't calm his heart.
As people age and fall ill, they, being ordinary, have no solutions.
Powerless and helpless before fate.
"Have you noticed anything?" Jiang Hao asked.
He was referring to the ordinary people in the Spirit Herb Garden.
"I've found one, but I need to further confirm," Cheng Chou immediately replied.
Jiang Hao nodded.
Finding even one wasn't bad.
There were only three in total.
But since they weren't dangerous, he let them be.
It was just a way to train Cheng Chou.
Later, Jiang Hao went into the Spirit Herb Garden to take care of some things, having not been there for a while; many people did not recognize him.
In the evening.