Li Xuan followed the illusionary humanoid at a measured distance.
He could feel that the speed of the illusionary humanoid was truly on par with his own, yet in other aspects, it seemed somewhat inferior. Moreover, it had transformed from being unresponsive to possessing considerable independent intelligence.
Li Xuan's lunch was quite hearty.
The illusionary humanoid clearly knew how much he wanted to eat, and this diligent illusionary humanoid washed and cooked all the food to the best of its ability, adding various wild vegetables and mushrooms from the mountains, roasting it into a heap of meat as tall as a small hill.
The meat pile emitted a fragrant aroma, and Li Xuan devoured it heartily, rubbing his belly contentedly afterward, while turning his thoughts to Xinci Temple.
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In Xinci Temple, Jing Miao was assigning tasks to the monks, saying, "The flood has long receded, and the fields are fertile. You must go to the fields to work and increase the grain supply."
