With that said, Shen Ningning mounted the Black Wolf King and left without a backward glance.
"Hey! You—" Aunt Deng took two steps after her.
But when the wolf pack glanced back, their chilling expressions froze her in her tracks.
She didn't dare take another step.
'These beasts are terrifyingly intimidating!'
Watching Shen Ningning's departing figure, Aunt Deng cursed under her breath—
"That child has gotten too big for her britches. An ungrateful brat!"
「The next day.」
Shen Ningning didn't go into the village.
She was busy tilling the fertile soil in her Immortal Realm.
Besides the loquat trees, she had planted many other fruits, filling every square plot of land to the brim.
There were all sorts of varieties: lychees, watermelons, snow pears, and pomegranates.
Usually, soon after she buried the seeds, a shower of spirit rain in the Immortal Realm would make them sprout tender green shoots.
The little one busied herself for the entire day.
