Having calmed her thoughts, Han Jinyue pushed open the door and stepped out. The antique courtyard was now her residence.
Since entering the Dao, her circumstances had changed dramatically—one could even call it the difference between heaven and earth.
Before entering the gate of the Great Dao, she had merely been a servant. To her master, whether she was given away or simply beaten to death, no one could have said a word against it.
But now that her Dao Seed had formed, she had cast off her slave status and entered the Dao registry. And that was not all. On the very day she entered the Dao, the reward had already arrived, elevating her directly from a servant to a squad leader in the Yellow Heaven Army.
Moreover, because of the Daoist's special status and her relationship with Zhang Huang'er, she had moved directly into a house near Zhang Huang'er's.
Of course, Zhang Huang'er was not harsh toward her servants. Especially not toward her maids—though they were called maids, they were sisters in all but name. Every one of them had been selected from among thousands, possessed of no small measure of spiritual brilliance.
Han Jinyue's ability to enter the Dao was also partly because the vessel she had entered after joining the game had possessed some natural talent to begin with.
But no matter how close their feelings, feelings could not overstep rules.
Even in ordinary wealthy households, servants were bound by all manner of admonitions and regulations. Their clothing, food, lodging, and travel were subject to enormous restrictions in every respect.
Take maids, for example. No matter how favored a maid was, unless the master's household had completely abandoned propriety, strict limits applied to her food, clothing, and daily provisions. What they ate and used was categorized