Zhao Yu's steward glanced at him and nodded slightly, "Have you come to see me about something?"
"Steward sir, I wanted to ask about those seedlings—are they not coming to the mansion?"
"Them?"
Zhao Yu's steward narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is there someone among them with whom you have a close relationship?"
Zhao Yu nodded.
Realization dawned on the steward, and he shook his head, "I suggest you give up that thought. Those who become seedlings are basically destined to pursue the path of immortal cultivators. The next time you meet, they might be immortals..."
"From now on, they will mostly live on the mountain. They will only come to the mansion occasionally for missions..."
"What we need to do is serve and attend to them when they come down from the mountain..."
"I understand..."
Zhao Yu politely thanked him and left while the steward shook his head, giving it no further thought.
