Early morning.
The mountain mist had yet to disperse.
The town was already showing signs of life. Amidst the curling wisps of cooking smoke, people ambled in twos and threes toward the outskirts.
The door opened, revealing Chu Mu dressed in a clean and tidy green robe.
In the past, months of secluded, bitter study would have inevitably left him looking disheveled. But this time, under living conditions so different from before, he too was markedly different.
His clothes were neat, and his interactions with people had increased.
'What rare tranquility!'
This wasn't the kind of peace found under the protection of the Array Restriction in the Marketplace. It was the tranquility that came from human interaction and harmonious coexistence.
As usual, after opening his door, Chu Mu cleaned up any filth.
Old Chen was already pushing his night-soil cart, cleaning up filth from door to door. When he reached Chu Mu's entrance, a bit of idle chatter was unavoidable.
