"Gift roses, leave fragrance on hands."
Upon his recent arrival in this strange time and place, Wang Chen, who ate his meals of grain rice and pickled vegetables, certainly wasn't so generous.
Now that he was somewhat well-off, he was willing to pay a small price for the sake of being kind to others.
Although doing good deeds did not earn him any Human Virtue.
But Wang Chen faintly felt that maintaining a bit of kindness in a world rife with Demonic Fiends and human chaos,
might increase his fate a little.
For instance, today his practice of the Mudstone Technique had directly reached Mastery Level.
His success was beyond expectation—could it be without good fortune?
"Aim for the light, never fall into darkness!"
The next morning, Wang Chen, with a Storage Bag full of Spirit Valley, hurried to Cloud Mountain City.
The ten days after summer harvest were the time for tenants and lessees of the Spirit Fields to pay their grain tax to the sect.
