The Immortal Lands are vast and sparsely populated, with mountain peaks one after another, and many places that even the people of the Immortal Lands have never visited. They are hiding on this mountain top, and for now, no one will find them.
When Jia Xiantian arrived, he stored plenty of food and supplies in his space storage, which could be used now.
A few of them found a relatively clean cave and cleaned it up a bit. Jia Xiantian was holding several quilts he had taken out from his space storage, preparing to lay them on the ground.
Weisheng Yueren didn't even look at the quilts, his eyes staring straight at Qinghe.
Qinghe's mouth twitched, resigned to filling the empty cave.
Jia Xiantian's eyes were about to pop out, watching in astonishment as a large bed, sofa, cabinet, and even a solar cooker appeared out of nowhere.
This was clearly a setup for living.