Chitterfang also entered retirement mode. The fat rat occupied an entire cushion beside Han Yu while a giant platter of spirit nuts sat next to him.
The rat did absolutely nothing.
He simply laid there while female rodents surrounded him. One peeled nuts, and one fed him while another fanned him using leaves.
Han Yu stared at the scene.
Then looked down at his own wine cup.
"…Why is your life better than mine?" he muttered.
Chitterfang proudly puffed his chest.
"Squeak."
Han Yu almost felt envious.
He briefly considered calling some female disciples over.
Then remembered… There were none.
His master had practically emptied the entire peak. Only Meng Jueyan remained alongside several slaves handling necessities. The peak itself never needed many people unless production work was happening.
Thus the giant luxurious peak felt oddly empty.
Han Yu spent his days eating.
Drinking.
Watching dramas.
Sleeping.
Walking around.
