I was of course aware that there was something fishy about the prescribed route; however, it was all for the good of these spoiled heirs. Only their bodies, abundant with spiritual energy, were truly beneficial to that old Feng Shui Master who refused to die.
Having rolled around in the most spiritually energetic places and returned,
we arrived at the gates of a row of holiday villas in the evening.
This place was a resort in the suburbs. Besides having good accommodations, there wasn't anything particularly convenient about it, and it was usually deserted.
A small village is about two or three kilometers away...
There were about seven or eight staff members, who would only come if you called them, so basically, the place was in a state of neglect, all natural and whatnot.
Having grown up in the countryside, all that talk about great green environments couldn't move me in the slightest.
How could any manicured greenery compare to that of the mountains?