The days in Chuxiu Palace had always been desolate.
Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that all of [Fengdu] was never lively.
Ever since ascending to the Eighteen-Layered High Platform, Jiang Yi was like an unfavored "concubine" of the inner court, gradually cast aside and completely forgotten.
The plump girl, Gui'er, and the young maiden in green, Xiaoqiao, had never come to visit.
The only beings he saw each day were the two gate-keeping ghosts responsible for his meals and daily care.
But Jiang Yi himself was perfectly content. He didn't feel the slightest bit stifled or bored; in fact, he reveled in it.
This was the very "freedom to cultivate" he had always dreamed of. He could focus without distraction, completely immersing himself in accumulating Merit and comprehending his Dao Inheritance, savoring the infinite fascination of it all.
Within the side chamber.
