The sun rose up, shining brightly.
Jiang Ming was sweeping the courtyard, carrying water, and chopping firewood. After he had done all the work, he felt very awkward when he heard the System's reward beep.
"System, what's the meaning of letting me clean the courtyard and carry water? I can get clean water with a thought. I have the formation that can clean the fallen leaves spotlessly, and chopping wood… It's not like I have nothing better to do!" Jiang Ming had felt the awkwardness for a while.
After all, he was not in a Wuxia's world, where he could act like a monk sweeping the floor. He was, after all, in a fantasy world, where he could devastate the world and enjoy the convenience of boundless formation, consciousness, etc.
Even an outer disciple could turn his exhalation into a gale and get water by just reaching out his hand. Hence, how could Jiang Ming, as a First Seat, still have to carry water and chop wood manually?