The mansion was as bright as daylight; although it was the season of drifting snow, the place felt as warm as spring and summer, with purples and reds blooming in the flower beds, and the grass and trees in the courtyards verdant and dripping with life.
In the spacious hall, the authoritative middle-aged man did not speak immediately. The brief silence made Cui Hong, who was standing at attention, feel as if he were facing a towering mountain.
"Leave him some more Day Gold, let him live a life of ample food and clothing there, living prosperously for a lifetime."
The man with very long arms, Cui Hong, immediately nodded in agreement, but then cautiously sought confirmation again: "If he has already been reborn, do we need to..."
The middle-aged man spoke, "The skill from the silk scripture cannot be cultivated."
