When Mo Yun arrived at the Spirit Herb Garden, the first aura he sensed belonged to Zhang Qiang.
Zhang Qiang was directing the garden's servants as they worked, seemingly having become a steward.
Mo Yun also noticed that Zhang Qiang now possessed the Force Energy of a martial artist. Clearly, he had become a Bright Force martial artist, though his cultivation was still only at early Bright Strength.
Looking at Zhang Qiang, Mo Yun recalled the days when they had practiced martial arts together in the Servants' Court.
Zhang Qiang was reserved and honest. His fate seemed somewhat unusual, but Mo Yun had never managed to connect the dots.
Now, seeing that he was still at Bright Force after so much time, Mo Yun felt that his fate might be perfectly ordinary, rather than what he had imagined.
Seemingly sensing someone watching him, Zhang Qiang scratched the back of his head and turned around. Then he froze, disbelief appearing on his face.
"B-Brother Mo, you're back?"
Zhang Qiang had never expected to see Mo Yun in the Spirit Herb Garden again.
Mo Yun smiled. "Yes, I'm back. After taking a trip out there, I still think life in the Spirit Herb Garden is easy and carefree. Peaceful and contented."
That was no lie. In his year and a little more of practicing martial arts, his favorite days had still been those one or two months in the Spirit Herb Garden.
Zhang Qiang smiled too. "Yes, I think the Spirit Herb Garden is great too. That's why I decided not to become a manor guard in the end. I stayed here as a minor steward instead."
"I think this is pretty good. I don't have any grand ambitions. I'm already satisfied."
He smiled bashfully and continued, "Being a steward here pays