In a remote region bordering Desert North, Fang Pingsheng was inspecting the growth of medicinal herbs in one of the Fang Family's less important herb gardens.
Power struggles within great families were exceptionally fierce. Ever since the Fang Family Patriarch had personally made the call to shift the family's support, Fang Pingsheng, having backed the wrong side and become one of those purged, had naturally fallen from his position within the Fang Family. He had withdrawn from the inner circle and been sent to manage farming in this remote herb garden, under the pleasant name of recuperation. The place was so deserted that sparrows could have nested at the door.
It was only after word spread that Huo Yuanhong had become a Supreme Expert that some people began coming to visit and offer their regards. After all, the influence of a Supreme Expert extended throughout the Celestial Empire. He did not need to personally offer anyone guidance; people would naturally come calling on his old acquaintances.
But that was merely respect for a Supreme Expert. The Fang Family's strategic choice of support had not changed, nor did they have any intention of transferring him back to the main family. And he had no plans to throw himself back into that whirlpool at a time like this.
Who had never risen and fallen? As long as one lived long enough, a turning point might yet come.
For the past few months, he had spent each day tending flowers and watering plants. Whenever boredom made his balls ache, he went to hoe the fields; whenever his wife was away, he went out for a stroll.
His power was gone, but he had spent years in the business world. His fortune was still substantial—enough to last him.
After inspecting the herbs, Fang Pingsheng