Morning mist hung like a thin veil over the farmland on the outskirts of the Serenitea Pot. Crystalline dewdrops clung to the leaves of the Deeproot Corn, sparkling in the faint morning light. Limeng, wearing mud-stained work boots, walked slowly along the ridges to inspect the crops. His fingers brushed against the thick cornstalks, checking the delicate crimson veins—proof of their Abyssal resistance.
"Akaho, Deeproot, the crops are thriving," the heavy corn cobs drooped, as if paying homage to the earth. Limeng nodded in satisfaction. This was the fruit of day-and-night struggles by him and his team, and one of the hopes for the survival of the Serenitea Pot.
Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to something unusual on a nearby hillside.
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