With the passing of summer and the arrival of autumn, the Third Medicine Valley gradually became tinged with yellow.
Yang Jian came before the Blood Prison Great Saint, respectfully presenting a platter filled with flowers and fruits.
The Blood Prison Great Saint lay on the ground and gave him a casual glance. "Is it washed clean?" he asked indifferently.
Yang Jian quickly nodded and whispered, "I washed it three times."
The Blood Prison Great Saint lowered his head to sniff, then said, "Not bad. Keep it up, you may go now."
Yang Jian stood up, bowed, and then retreated.
Ever since Gu An approved his name, he had been more driven than the other disciples. Not only was he busy with chores in the valley, but he also served the Blood Prison Great Saint and the White Spirit Rat diligently. His industriousness made the other servant disciples feel disdainful, so they gradually began to distance themselves from him.
