"I'm going to prepare medicine, do not disturb me."
With these words to Kate, Peter then locked himself in a room he had prepared earlier—a room specially built by him for his cultivation.
It was quite rudimentary, a simple divider of wooden boards with some mats to cover any drafty areas, and electricity brought in by a hastily rigged wire. The place was reminiscent of a small straw hut, and it seemed quite hazardous.
But Peter didn't care. After all, he planned to demolish these buildings to construct a new villa; this was just temporary.
Everyone in the Brown family understood that Peter had some secret recipes he guarded zealously. On this matter, Raven was very strict. He had told everyone in the household not to peek when Peter was preparing his medicine—not even he himself would do so.
For Raven, Peter's recipes were the basis of their family's prosperity. Not even he could risk prying into them.
