Lanxing, within a rented stand-alone villa.
Buzz——
A faint ripple in space expands, from which a tall figure steps out.
"Haven't been here for a few days, and there's dust all over the place again."
Mu Yuan uses his template power, and breezes emerge from his fingertips. Under his delicate control, this breeze sweeps across the room, stirring up the dust on the floor and desk, causing pencil holders to roll off and papers to rustle.
After a while, a dust-filled grayish-black wind ball flew over from a distance and fell into a trash can far away under his guided finger.
Right, I forgot to take out the trash a few days ago.
Mu Yuan sighed.
His attention has fully shifted to the Eternal World, just like those old lords and senior lords. The difference is, most of the old lords have set up their own teams and companies in reality. In contrast, the lonely Lord Shepherd doesn't even have a maid, failing to take care of things in the real world.