The morning glow painted Greenhill Mansion.
In the courtyard, vibrant colors painted a picturesque scene, while the stream outside babbled pleasantly.
The small garden housed hundreds of flowers with differing bloom times and preferences, yet they all bloomed simultaneously. This was attributed to the array enveloping the mansion, the hard work of the grass spirits and flower elves, as well as the various magical potions concocted by the fox girls.
Zheng Qing sat on the steps, looking at the spring colors filling the garden, but he felt little vitality and energy—only an exhaustion of the mind.
Behind him, Poseidon sat on the wide windowsill, holding a book much larger than her: "Classical Spells and Charms Studies." She swayed her head, mumbling sleepily, yet, for Zheng Qing, the only thing that stood out from the little fox's study was the constant muttering of "so tired" and "so tired" filled with resentment.
