One day...
Two days...
Three days...
Time passed day by day.
Ling Feng turned into a wooden dummy, sitting there blankly, day after day, as the sun rose and the moon set, over and over...
Yeu Junyao had given up long ago, and the Blood Demon Hand was like a dedicated farmer, working from sunrise to sunset every day.
According to him, once he can swing his hoe and completely shatter the barrier of the entire farmland, he wouldn't need to plow anymore.
However, even with his ability, it might not reach that level even after a hundred years.
It was a new day, and Ling Feng finally opened his eyes, stood up, and grasped the hoe beside him.
"Hmm?"
The Blood Demon Hand glanced over, while Yeu Junyao, who was bored to the point of weaving grass grasshoppers, blinked.
Was Ling Feng finally going to make a move?
"According to the Blood Demon Hand, it took him an unknown length of time just to take the first step, but I don't have that kind of time!"
