West Plain City, Daoist Government Office.
Inside Songhe Hall, the lights were bright, and Fei Hongming sat upright on a splendid cushion with his eyes closed.
For the past six months, the nominal leader of West Plain Dao City frequently meditated here.
He refused most visitors, rarely handled the office's affairs, and delegated the specific work to his aides and family.
This Daoist Official seemed to have lost his spirit, retreating into a thick turtle shell, ignoring the storms outside.
Over time, many outsiders secretly mocked him, adding the title "useless" to his name.
Fei Hongming spent ten years building his network in West Plain Dao City, so it's impossible he wasn't aware of the rumors?
He ignored them all, even strictly ordering the office and family to avoid conflicts with others.
Exerting to minimize his presence!
Gradually, even his own house, the Fei Family, began to express some complaints.
Fei Hongming endured once again.
Snap!
