In the small courtyard of Wang Sheng's sect, Wudang Mountains.0

Wang Sheng did not alert anyone when he returned. Although he encountered a few young disciples along the way, he kept his head down and hurried past them without exchanging greetings since he did not recognize them.0

In front of the courtyard gate, weeds and fallen leaves had piled up everywhere. After all, it had been more than a year since anyone had lived there. Lacking regular upkeep, the place now appeared somewhat desolate.0

Wang Sheng pushed open the gate and brought his suitcases inside. The two piles of belongings that he had brought were now considered priceless treasures, yet he simply placed them in the inner room without much concern.0

In cultivating the Dao, one had to first cultivate their heart. If the surroundings were too messy, it would naturally affect one's state of mind.0

Wang Sheng rolled up his sleeves and began to busy himself: sweeping the courtyard, fetching water, washing clothes, drying books under the sun, weeding, repairing electrical wiring...0

He tended to their home for most of the day. When the sun started setting, he sat in his master's exclusive rattan chair, reclining comfortably at the entrance of the small courtyard. Soon, he watched the stars shoot across the sky and listened quietly to the whispers carried by the wind.0

Mu Wanxuan seemed very busy; by...0