Jingsi House.
In a small courtyard with a radius of a thousand feet, Shen Ping stepped into this place for the second time. That mysterious silence made all his distracting thoughts disappear. The moment he looked up, he noticed that the Head Palace Master, who was wearing a palace dress, was bending over and standing in a corner not far away.
He quickly walked forward and stopped thirty feet away from the figure in the palace dress. Only then did he see that this was a medicinal garden. However, strangely, he could not smell the medicinal fragrance of any spiritual plants, nor could he sense the abundant spiritual energy dissipating.
"Disciple Shen Ping greets Master!" He did not think too much about it. He bowed.
