"Master, welcome home."
"Welcome home, Master."
Then came the sound of gongs and drums, a scene of joyous celebration.
Aaron Sinclair smiled faintly. He flew up to stand on the suspended rope bridge, his gaze sweeping over the wintergourds below.
"Hello there, my little wintergourds."
"Master, Master!"
"Master!"
The wintergourds were incredibly enthusiastic toward him.
He was in a good mood.
With a grand wave of his hand,
countless rare treasures, Magic Treasure Elixir Pills, and other such items landed directly in the wintergourds' hands. "These are meeting gifts for you. Cultivate well."
"Whoa..."
"Thank you, Master!"
"Thank you for your rewards, Master!"
