The morning was cool and the air fresh; even a gentle breath could leave a person feeling invigorated. As the saying went, the morning set the course for the day. It was true enough-those early hours were precious. For Zeng Mu today, however, they were merely a time to relax.
Watering can in hand, he leisurely watered the pot of Purple Ladleflower Ma Linya had sent him a few days earlier, then tidied it up, trimming dead leaves and pulling stray shoots. He looked like a man in his sixties who had retired from worldly affairs, with none of a knight's bearing.
Zeng Mu also felt that his life had become a little too quiet, but there was nothing he could do. He could find nothing else to occupy himself.
After advancing three times and retreating empty-handed each time, Swinburne had not attacked for six days. A little thought made it clear that the man was weary himself and would not launch another offensive anytime soon. Morgaya City's defenses were far stronger than Sand City's. Even with two hundred Viking war chariots at his disposal, he would struggle to take it by force. Both sides might well end up badly hurt.
Nights were for both cultivation and rest. After lunch, he would make a circuit of the gates, visiting Xibizete, Aikimu, and Knight Commander William, who guarded the three gates respectively. Then he would practice military formations at the Training Plaza. After dinner in the evening, he would go to the Yetos Council Hall to discuss the day's events and the next day's preparations with Tovi Belle and the others.
Six days passed in a flash. Those six days truly had gone by in the blink of an eye.
And so, in the mornings, Zeng Mu could only water his