Chapter 60

The grass waved in the wind. It had grown long green blades after all the rain. The cultivators effort was not for naught.

These grasses gave the barren realm a sign of life. A fighting chance that was never there before.

There was now a large field of green. The grasses had yet to cover the barren realm from hill to vale.

But it was "enough" of a sight to see.

Amongst these waving green blades were four women. They were discussing something with each other, while there was a tiny speck of white watching over them from the side.

Tian Mengshen was staring listlessly at the yellow tree — Yellow Prance.

If the little ghost's heart were to beat it would wavered in and out of tone. Like a lousy opera tune.

Just a sight of a yellow leaf from the yellow tree brought him into a memory he both cherished and longed to bury.

Tucked into a box. Buried away until he could dig it up when the time was right.