Nearly three months slipped by, and life, for once, moved forward without any life-threatening situations for Lin Fang.
The ruins of Zero Guild were no longer ruins.
Lin Fang never made a grand announcement, nor did he hold any ceremony.
One day, the broken timbers and collapsed walls were simply cleared away by the construction workers. Then, soon, a new structure rose in the same location. It was not stone, nor steel, nor reinforced alloy like the grand guild halls favored by powerful factions. Instead, the building was wood, clean and sturdy, shaped more like a countryside residence than a hunter stronghold.
Two floors with a slanted roof and wide windows.
Anyone passing by would mistake it for a private home located in the middle of ruins.
And in a way, that was exactly what it was.
Despite carrying the name Zero Guild, the rebuilt branch had only three members.
Lin Fang.
Zhi Yan.
Nebula.
That was all.
