Returning to Mount Tiantai, Greg Jensen almost thought he had arrived in an unfamiliar environment.
Gazing around, the mountain ranges were covered by dense jungles, with weeds over a man's height, many paths concealed by brambles and flowers, as if entering a primeval forest.
"I didn't expect such big changes after a year away!"
Luckily, he was no stranger to this place, parting the weeds, cutting through the thorns, he leisurely strolled up to the mountain top as if on a familiar path.
In less than a quarter of an hour, he finally arrived at the thatched cottage, which he thought would also be overgrown and in a mess.
To Greg's surprise, the cottage still maintained its original clean and tidy state.
Especially within the range of the Spirit Gathering Array, Spiritual Energy lingered, untainted by a speck of dust—had he not known better, he might have thought someone was cleaning it for him.
