Wang Teng was paying special attention to sorting the items kept in jade boxes. They had to be extraordinary.
He had his own wooden house in the spatial fragment.
The floral fairies had built him one with exquisite care, particularly because they didn't want him to show up in their own cabins every time he visited.
Still, no matter how shameless he was, he wouldn't take advantage of them in this situation.
He felt the fairies were ordering him around because he was too kind.
However, he forgave them since they built a place for him.
He took a seat in the living room of the new house, which was adorned with a plate that read 'Master' hanging outside. All the floral fairies were gathered there, too.
"Wow, what a thick concentration of light force!" the fairies exclaimed. They immediately sensed the light-element spiritual herbs laid on the table when they stepped into the room.