Fang Canghai's face tightened. "Chen'er, do you think those wild animals might have developed spirituality?"1

Since there were cultivators in the world, then naturally, there ought to be spiritual beasts as well. Fang Canghai wasn't afraid of the battlefield, but there was a trace of fear in his heart at the thought of facing monsters like that.0

Fang Chen smiled and shook his head. "They won't amount to much," he said. "Drink your fill of water, then we can start setting up camp. Send some people to buy building materials and invite craftsmen to build the new manor."0

Fang Canghai nodded.0

Everyone went and drank from the spring. The first sip dispelled the heat, and the second, bone-chillingly cool. It was so nice, it refreshed even their spirits.0

Afterward, they started setting up camp.0

The guards of the Fang Family were seasoned soldiers, and the young members had undergone training, so they were all familiar with setting up camps.0

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