On Qingfeng Mountain, Fang Qingyuan rode Yinbao, circling high above his ten-acre tea garden.
Viewed from the sky, the ten-acre tea garden was just a small patch of land. With just a slight tremor of its bat-like wings, Yinbao could leave the entire garden far behind.
Covered in a blanket of snow, the tea garden looked no different from the surrounding woods, but Fang Qingyuan knew it was his property—his future source of Spirit Stones.
Fang Qingyuan had no intention of replacing the few families of tea farmers bowing respectfully below. For one, they were experienced with the work here. For another, he had no desire to waste his energy on such mundane affairs.
As long as his annual share of Qingfeng Silver Hero Tea was not diminished, Fang Qingyuan couldn't be bothered to make any changes. He had little interest in haggling with mortals to squeeze out a few more Spirit Stones.
