Indeed, Lin Mu's speed was beyond what they could follow, and in mere minutes, a wide swathe of the training grounds had been immaculately swept. Leaves had been gathered into neat piles, the paths were cleared, and not a speck of dust remained in his wake.
"Maybe… maybe he's a cleaning immortal too," one of the younger monks muttered in awe.
From a distance, Lin Mu chuckled as he continued his work, not out of obligation, but out of peace.
After clearing the training grounds with supernatural ease, Lin Mu casually returned the broom and nodded at the junior monks.
"There we go. All nice and clean," he said cheerfully.
The monks stared at the training grounds, then at the broom, then at Lin Mu, as if unsure whether they had just witnessed a divine cleaning technique or some kind of sect illusion art.
"Amitabha… Honored Guest," one of the bolder monks stepped forward with a hesitant smile, "you… you don't have to do everything, you know."
