Qinghe Palace.
Zhang Xuan's Pavilion.
When Zhang Rongfang arrived downstairs, two servant disciples were cleaning the pavilion.
Piles of miscellaneous items, trash, were swept out and piled on the right side of the open space.
Sunlight shone, and the ground in front of the door was bright gray-yellow, not a blade of grass in sight.
Elsewhere, grass could still be found between the tiles, but around the master's place...
Rongfang felt speechless, knowing without a doubt that it's the master's OCD, having it specially removed.
He stepped forward, and the two servant disciples quickly bowed to greet him.
As he reached the front door, he was about to step inside.
"Wait!!"
Suddenly, Master Zhang Xuan shouted.
Rongfang had already lifted one foot, suspended in mid-air, looking bewilderedly at the master running over from inside.
"Master, what's this about?"
