Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.

The Chen Clan was now peaceful and harmonious. Every morning, clan members would practice combat skills and temper their bodies in the clan square.

Some of the wooden houses that had been damaged in earlier years were now fully repaired by the clan members, and a special layer of paint was applied to prevent decay.

In the fields, Mason Chen squatted down, carefully inspecting the growth of the Blood Rice.