The seasons had turned, and without him quite noticing, more than a year had passed since Feng Muchen arrived at Red Maple Mountain.
In all that time, he had not taken a single step beyond the grounds of the Red Maple Mountain Mansion.
His life was placid, almost monotonous, but each day was filled with a quiet purpose: cultivation in the morning, crafting talismans in the afternoon, and spending his evenings with his wives. Though uneventful,
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