"Time for a big feast later."
Qin Yang thought of the Silver Spirit Python. After a busy day, he was feeling a bit hungry. Happily, he ran outside the villa.
The Silver Spirit Python was still at the door, and Qin Yang dragged it back to the villa's courtyard.
"Sir, what are you planning to do?"
A middle-aged man looked at the giant python Qin Yang had dragged back, his face pale, standing a little distance away, and asked.
"Uncle Wu, you're here just in time. Could you please help me find two large jars and also a small jade bottle?"
Qin Yang looked up with a smile, calling out. The aging middle-aged man was surnamed Wu and was the villa's steward.
"Okay."
Uncle Wu nodded, not asking further questions. This young man was an esteemed guest invited here by the master. As a senior steward, he would do his best to fulfill requests that weren't excessive.
Qin Yang stared at the Silver Spirit Python on the stone ground with gleaming eyes. He was in a very good mood at the moment.
