While Su Wanyan and the other alphas continued working under the relentless sun, their arms gradually growing heavier with fatigue, Su Wanyan finally completed her tilling after one hour and twenty-three minutes. She straightened slowly, surveying the even, turned earth with quiet satisfaction. Then she lowered herself to a crouch and rested one hand against the soil she had just finished.
A soft tingling sensation traveled up her fingers—most likely the residual effect of Verdant Stewardship. She smiled as she examined the texture, the color, the way the dark earth crumbled cleanly between her fingers. After a few more moments of careful inspection she stood again and calmly brushed the fine soil from her palms.
