Chapter 879

Marcelo followed Andrew's gesture, his gaze falling on the overgrown plot of land. His expression subtly shifted, a flicker of complexity crossing his face. The field was clearly abandoned but bore signs of past care, with patches of fertile soil visible beneath the wild weeds. After a brief pause, Marcelo nodded and said, "If you like it, it's yours. There's a wooden cabin just beyond those trees. It's old, but it'll do just fine with a little cleaning." Marcelo's tone was slightly smug, as if he approved of Andrew's unconventional choice. Most cultivators didn't prioritize comfort in their living quarters on Spirit Peak. Instead of wooden cabins, they often opted for natural caves. Caves provided safer spaces for activities like alchemy, where accidental explosions from botched concoctions were frequent. Living in a wooden cabin while practicing alchemy usually meant constant repairs, which most considered an unnecessary hassle. However, Marcelo found no fault in Andrew's choice