Qinglan Sect, Back Mountain Miscellaneous Service Courtyard.
Before the morning mist had cleared, Lin Mo had already waved the broom for the thousand and first time. The sound of bamboo branches rustling across the bluestone is as regular as the heartbeat. He was wearing the gray robe of a handyman that had been washed white and patched several times. His back was slightly stooped, and his movements were slow and slow. He was no different from the few handyman disciples around him who also got up early to clean.
Only when he occasionally glanced at a stubborn fallen leaf between the rocks, would his eyes flash a trace of extremely faint concentration that was incompatible with this ordinary work.
