Several days later,
at the summit of Jinlingshan Mountain, Jiang Ding summoned Han Lin and Gong Caiyu, accompanied by Liu SanQi and the Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter three Maid Servant Girls.
With curling incense and clear tea on a jade table, enjoying the mountain breeze, they appeared like immortals among men.
The surrounding environment didn't quite match, though, as the black soil had just been tilled. In just over ten days, nothing had grown yet, resembling the land a farmer had recently worked.
This seemed to be actually the case.
"Have you encountered any troubles recently?"
Jiang Ding poured a cup of tea for both of them and asked softly.
The main concern was for Han Lin, who appeared to have gained considerably, yet was not very strong, making him an easy target for others' envy.
"Thank you, Junior Great Uncle Ancestor."
