The Servants' Court, Spirit Herb Garden.
Gentle sunlight spilled through the scattered clouds, its warmth making people drowsy.
When Mo Yun and Liu Zhuang reached the Spirit Herb Garden on patrol, Mo Yun motioned for him to wait a moment.
Liu Zhuang was long accustomed to this. He nodded, found a clean rock outside the Spirit Herb Garden, and sat down to rest.
Lately, whenever their patrol brought them to the Spirit Herb Garden, Mo Yun would stop to chat with his former coworkers.
At first, Liu Zhuang had thought little of it. He felt that once someone had been promoted to Manor Guard, he ought to keep his distance from his former fellow servants.
After all, their status was different now. Spending time together would feel awkward, might not be a good thing, and probably would not end well.
In all his time at Crouching Tiger Manor, he had seen plenty of similar cases.
That was why Liu Zhuang had always believed people should befriend others at their own level.
Gradually, however, Liu Zhuang realized that these former coworkers of Mo Yun's were a little different.
He could not put his finger on exactly how, but they simply felt different from the other servants.
If he had to explain it, their knowledge, outlook, and conversation were all far beyond those of the other servants.
Liu Zhuang also noticed that Mo Yun was particularly close to them, as though they were brothers. The change in his status had not affected their friendship in the slightest.
Honestly, Liu Zhuang envied a friendship like that.
Sitting on the rock, he watched Mo Yun stride into the Spirit Herb Garden and sighed.
He shook his head, leaned against the tree trunk behind him, and closed his eyes for a nap.
Mo Yun