The mountain god, asleep for a thousand years, has come down from the mountain.
Then...
A potted plant he casually grew was bought by a business tycoon, who immediately landed a deal that had long eluded him. His back stopped hurting, and his legs stopped aching.
Business tycoon: Master, do you have any more? I'll take as many as you have. I'll buy them all.
A formation he casually drew.
The formation was flawless, brimming with spiritual energy.
The people of the magical arts world, carrying on their traditions: How did you do that? Master, look at us! We have money. We'll pay tuition.
The sound of money pouring in was unstoppable. The mountain god looked at the decorations in his courtyard, then at the piles upon piles of books on magical arts.
???
You people down the mountain seem to have something seriously wrong with you.
