A night of wind played through the rain,
Ten thousand peach shoots newly emerged.
Su Mo sat on the ground in the Divine Nest's courtyard, propping his chin on one hand as he stared blankly at the fresh soil.
Under the influence of Su Mo's Power of All Spirits, the peach pits planted yesterday had already sprouted.
Wu Qian sat behind Su Mo, leisurely tending to his long hair.
It seemed that, apart from tending to his long hair, there was little else she could do...
Zhuang Shi flew into the courtyard and looked bewildered at the sight of Su Mo sitting so gracelessly on the ground.
"Young master!"
Su Mo raised his head. Seeing Zhuang Shi arrive, he smiled. "Have a seat..."
"Don't stand on ceremony. Make yourself at home."
Zhuang Shi looked around and found not a single chair. "Sit... where?"
Su Mo casually pointed at the empty ground before him and blinked at Zhuang Shi.
Sitting behind Su Mo, Wu Qian watched his actions and could not help covering her mouth with a soft laugh... Young master really is unreasonable.
Zhuang Shi looked at Su Mo, gave a wry chuckle, and sat down before him.
"I've already passed down orders for all the officers and soldiers of Desolate Demon Pass to move onto... Peach Blossom Mountain... Do you have any further instructions, young master?"
Su Mo nodded. His Divine Sense had already detected the many people arriving on the Divine Mountain.
Su Mo considered for a moment. "Divide the cultivators guarding the pass into core and non-core members. The core members will oversee the non-core members, and the non-core members will oversee the secular affairs of Desolate Demon Pass."
"Divide overall responsibilities by branch, with each level overseeing the next."
A trace of puzzlement flashed through Zhuang