My Modus My Path; Your Lessons My Guide

In the newly named Cultivator's Paradise, it had been the end of another successful day. Thus, the workers diligently cleaned up while packing away all that was required for the next day's business.

"Another commendable day's work everyone. Let's come tomorrow with the same energy and strive for success," Mr. Ming encouraged as he looked at his staff who had worked tirelessly throughout the night. It can never be underestimated the work ethic that went into making the day to day operations of the business run so seamlessly.

Most workers made their exit but for one, a young man who was a bit hesitant. He seemed in his early twenties, his duties entailed cleaning the floors and latrines. It didn't pay much but someone had to do it. 

Noticing his reluctance, Old Man Ming inquired, "Chris what's the matter, son? Hurry up and join the others, you know it's best to travel as a group. The city is not a safe place to roam at this time of night."