Wan Mingchuan didn't react at first, it was actually the Lotus Peak Courtyard!
The wooden pavilions had carved beams and painted rafters, glowing with warm yellow candlelight in the ever-dusky night of the Netherworld;
Workshops with Netherworld hues were neatly arranged in a corner, aligned in threes and twos;
The doorway was paved with stone slabs, and flowering trees were planted at the corners, adding a touch of warmth to the courtyard, which was swept by the eerie wind.
"Greetings, sir!" Uncle Corpse Puppet of Tang Qin had just returned with a big basket on his back. After the courtesy, he couldn't help but meddle, saying, "Ah! Such a nice courtyard for the sir, and such resource-rich Lotus Mountain. Closing the doors and doing some mining cultivation is indeed a great thing!
But that Miss He seems to be acting out of character, never at home, doing no work. A young lady, showing herself outside every day!
