"We could also plant some fruit trees in this backyard," Ancient Wen Heng said, his eyes fixed on Jin Qianqian, his voice filled with anticipation. "We could build a play area for children under them, and one day, we can sit here and watch them run around and play."
Jin Qianqian looked down and smiled, pressing her lips together. "We're getting a little ahead of ourselves. You should get back to clearing your patch of land!"
Ancient Wenheng felt a surge of energy course through him. The small saplings next to him, however, were not so lucky. With each swing of his blade, they were felled, destined to quickly become nutrients for the earth once more.
Jin Qianqian's gaze fell on a curious patch of rotted wood on the ground. 'Everywhere else is growing grass,' she thought, 'so why is this spot still bare?'
She gave it a little kick with her foot. The rotted wood suddenly vanished, and Jin Qianqian cried out in alarm.
