Ashok walked a little closer to the gates, his gaze fixed on the golden mansion that shimmered like the sun, standing far beyond the gates. The sight was almost blinding in its opulence, the gleaming walls reflecting the light in a way that made the entire structure appear as though it were a living, breathing entity, glowing with untold wealth.
But as he drew nearer, his attention shifted. His eyes were then drawn to the garden that surrounded the mansion, a sprawling expanse of meticulously arranged greenery that seemed to cover every corner of the estate.
'Even the flowers and weeds are herbs, and not just any herbs—middle to high-tier herbs,' Ashok thought. His gaze fell upon the largest herb not far from the gates. It was a flower, but something it looked entirely different — every single petal of the flower was ablaze, yet the fire didn't burn it.
