I watched the farming militia go about their work.
First of all, they were better at cleaning than me.
They had set aside the farming tools they had carried like weapons, and instead used various tools salvaged from abandoned homes to repair the shattered shops and houses.
Some hammered planks onto collapsed walls, others carried corpses to an open lot to burn.
Watching them, I thought—this farming faction felt quite similar to the Architectural Sect led by Yeon Ja-seong.
It wasn’t strange that some scholar factions resembled Haomun.
In any case, the farmers were far more competent at this than I was. After all, they were workers by trade, and I was just a martial artist who mostly fought and made a mess.
