The night's heated discussions had passed.
Most disciples knew of Yi Feng, the new elder. That morning, some still whispered among themselves, while people waited outside the courtyard gate to pay their respects.
Inside the courtyard.
Yi Feng rose early and stood before his door, stretching lazily.
"Ha..."
He yawned casually, feeling thoroughly at ease.
As he walked through the courtyard, the meticulously arranged surroundings lifted his spirits.
The courtyard was not particularly large, only a few zhang square. It faced south from the north, with bamboo houses serving as the side rooms on both sides. Yet it was exquisitely crafted and elegantly tranquil.
The residence was neat and spotless, and the courtyard had been arranged with great care.
There were rockeries and pools shrouded in mist, antique fish tanks where koi swam, and flowers and plants he did not recognize. Chessboards, zithers, tables, and chairs were all provided. It looked exceptionally refined. Beyond the courtyard, he could see the sea of clouds rolling and churning, carrying the leisurely air of an immortal living apart from the world.
Strolling leisurely over the smooth brick paving and admiring the view, Yi Feng's eyes filled with emotion.
Who would have thought that, in the blink of an eye, he had somehow acquired a little villa with a courtyard in an immortal realm? He had even managed to gain a foothold on this alien planet.
Back when he had been an ordinary mortal, how could he ever have imagined something like this?
Much less imagined that he would thrive so splendidly on an alien planet.
At such a young age, he already bore the title of "elder." It seemed he had begun living the quiet life of retirement ahead of schedule—well-clothed, well-fed, carefree, and respectable. It truly felt rather delightful.
He took out