And so, Fang Yue moved into the Tea Garden.
He built a simple training ground on the back mountain and constructed three houses, where he then settled down.
Here he could practice his techniques, and in his spare time, he could also go hunting on the back mountain. It was killing two birds with one stone.
Before he knew it, time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, another two months had passed, and the end of the year was fast approaching.
The weather grew colder and colder, and the air became increasingly dry.
One day, while Fang Yue was cultivating, a servant from the tea plantation came with a letter from the Prefecture City.
'So that's how it is. Chubby is actually going to Yujing. He'll be gone for one or two years at the shortest, maybe even three to five years at the longest. He's entrusted the tea plantation's business to his family's steward and said I should contact this Steward Zheng if anything comes up.'
