You couldn't slap a smiling face. Since they had admitted their mistake, Feng Jun naturally did not press the matter.
Still, he did not offer them a smile. He merely nodded lightly. "It's fine. Just don't let it happen again."
After those people left, Feng Jun took a walk through the Bamboo Forest and found several places dug into a complete mess. They had nearly affected the Spirit-Gathering Formation, which made him increasingly irritated.
When he walked out of the Bamboo Forest, he instructed Gao Qiang, "Get a few signs made later and put them up here: 'Seedling cultivation area. No entry without permission.'"
In a bad mood, he did not go to the front building for dinner. Instead, he went to the backyard and set up the dismantled Spirit-Gathering Formation again.
The situation in the backyard made him even angrier. A piece of Black Iron used in the Spirit-Gathering Formation had been moved. Apparently, someone had been curious about how heavy it was and had actually placed it on the stone path.
Two wooden stakes had also been pulled from the ground and replanted.
Feng Jun had originally planted the stakes only to mark the positions and prevent them from being blown away by the wind or washed away by rain. They had not been buried deeply, so they were indeed easy to pull out, but... just how bored were these people?
Feng Jun put everything back in place one by one and made up his mind. From now on, even if the Heavenly King himself came, no one was allowed into the backyard or Valley Bamboo Forest without his permission. Luckily, they had not taken the Spirit Stones away. Otherwise, his losses would have been enormous.
After those people finished eating, Feng Jun arranged for Gao Qiang to