Lin Feng stepped into his courtyard, and the first thing he noticed was the silence.
The vast space felt clean, orderly, and well-maintained but also completely lifeless.
No footsteps echoed through the halls, no scent of food lingered in the air, and no presence stirred the stillness.
It was a place meant for cultivation and solitude, yet even for someone like him, the emptiness felt… excessive.
He let out a quiet breath and shook his head slightly.
"I suppose this is as good a time as any to find myself a capable maidservant," Lin Feng mused aloud.
"Someone to clean around here, cook for me, and perhaps make this place feel a little less like a tomb."
His voice was calm, casual, as if he were discussing something trivial, but the moment the words left his mouth, an overwhelming power stirred within him.
His vast divine sense unfurled like an invisible tide, spreading outward in all directions.
