Gu Junye returned to his cave abode after a day's work.
Dim candlelight flickered to life, barely illuminating the entire cave. A pool had been carved out in its center, filled with lotus flowers. His calligraphy hung on the walls, simple and imposing, and beside it stood a bookshelf lined with ancient texts.
The cave was elegant and steeped in antiquity, resembling the style of the ancient past, yet somehow different. Gu Junye had designed it himself.
He took off his shoes and stepped into the lotus pond, sitting cross-legged atop a green lotus. The flower bloomed, radiating a gentle halo that made him seem unfathomable.
This was part of Gu Junye's daily cultivation. Though the newspaper office was a sacred place for cultivating through the mortal world, merely comprehending the mortal world was not enough; cultivation was necessary too.
A flower, a world; a leaf, a bodhi. Sitting on the green lotus with his eyes closed, Gu Junye felt as though he were no longer perched upon a lotus, but standing at the highest point of all the heavens and myriad worlds. Every flower and drop of water was a world; the heavens and myriad worlds revolved around him. His fortune was closely bound to the cultivation world: the stronger he became, the stronger the cultivation world would become.
A dark figure appeared in the cave without warning, frowning as he watched Gu Junye cultivate.
The mastermind had watched for a long time, yet still could not determine whether Gu Junye was the person he was looking for.
He had gone to great lengths to fake his death and escape. Now that everything had settled and the cultivation world had opened, everyone was getting along harmoniously, living in good cheer. If he acted rashly, he might well shatter this