When Carson Flores arrived at the lake house, Ben Singleton was reclining in a chair by the lake, eyes half-closed, resting, looking serene and content.
Beside the chaise, a tea table was set up with a pot of tea brewing, and next to it was an incense burner with a stick of incense burning.
Carson Flores landed in front of the recliner, inhaling the faint fragrance wafting through the air, his mind cleared instantly, feeling at peace.
Ben Singleton opened his eyes and smiled, "Made some progress?"
Carson Flores sat down on a nearby empty chair, not rushing to ask questions, and instead lay comfortably on the chair, laughing, "Your life here is really relaxed."
Ben Singleton smiled, "I've gotten old, less ambition, and naturally relaxed."
Carson Flores chuckled, "Cultivators don't have the concept of age, life's long, always looking forward. For strong individuals like you, shouldn't you strive for the realm above a Saint?"
"Saint?"
