After Wang Chen moved into the Upper Xun Celestial Master Pavilion, he cleared out all the servants, maidservants, and guards in the residence.
He then recruited another batch of people through the Xi Family.
Though this would greatly increase the Xi Family's influence over the Upper Xun Celestial Master Pavilion.
There was a risk of being sidelined.
But Wang Chen did not care. At most, he would remain in Daying City for three years before inevitably returning to his sect.
Whether the Xi Family harbored ambitions was irrelevant. As long as they remained respectful toward him for now, that was enough.
This old gardener weeding the flowerbeds was undoubtedly assigned here by the Xi Family as well.
He looked very old, his hair white and his face covered in wrinkles. The deep furrows silently told of time's mercilessness, while his rough skin and cracked hands proved that he was a genuine farmer.
The old gardener had not noticed Wang Chen's arrival. With his back turned, he slowly cleared away the weeds.
He worked earnestly and meticulously.
When he turned around, intending to put the weeds in his hands into a bamboo basket, he was startled out of his wits.
The old gardener hurriedly dropped his hoe and awkwardly bowed to Wang Chen. "Greetings, Celestial Master."
Wang Chen asked, "You know me?"
The old gardener lowered his eyes obediently. "Y-Yes. When the steward brought this humble one into the residence, he pointed out the Celestial Master to me."
Wang Chen nodded. "You've worked hard."
"It is only what I should do."
The old gardener said in trepidation, "It is this humble one's honor to serve you, my lord."
"Hehe."
Wang Chen smiled. "It truly hasn't been easy for you, Fellow Daoist. At peak Qi Condensation, yet you lower yourself to serve