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As Chen Mobai observed the flow of spiritual energy in the sixty acres of fertile fields of Xiao Nanshan, Zhuo Ming, who had received his message, had already hurried over.

"Greetings, Master."

Zhuo Ming arrived with a straw hat on her head, a bamboo basket slung over her right arm, and barefoot. Although her feet were snow-white, Chen Mobai could see the black spots of mud on the cuffs of her trousers.