In the Low Hill Courtyard, Chen Mu sought out Old Hao to gather information.
"It's never been this busy in previous years." Old Hao frowned as he took puffs of his pipe.
"This year something's not quite right. Even the carefully tended medicinal fields weren't spared." Old Hao was also deeply concerned.
"How did you deal with it in the past?" Chen Mu asked.
"We had beast repellent medicine powder and intimidating magic artifacts, we could also domesticate exotic beasts to combat and hunt them."
"Like Director Song?"
"Right," Old Hao nodded, "It's said that back in the day, Director Song would domesticate exotic insects to aid in planting and cultivating."
"Even now, Director Song often collects exotic insects to domesticate."
Chen Mu nodded in agreement.
The red insect cloud that once obscured the sky truly broadened his horizons.
"Our little patch of land isn't worth using a magic artifact on."