Elder Su had been to Yang Mujian's house many times, but he was still amazed by the layout of this rustic house that was as grand as the Imperial Palaces. Stepping into this place was like stepping into nature. Everywhere he looked, there were scenic and strategically placed garden filled with bamboo shoots, bonsai trees, koi fishes, and so on. Everywhere he went, there were different things to set his eyes upon. It was a never-ending harmony of the refreshing mother nature.
Yang Mujian was sitting in one of his favorite gardens, Millenium Orchids, trimming his latest bonsai tree when Elder Su approached him.
Elder Su cupped his hands in front of him and bowed when he saw Yang Mujian. "It has been a while, Master Yang."
Yang Mujian hummed in reply while continuing to tend to the plant. Never once did he raise his head to address the man eagerly awaiting his attention.
