The Zhuang Mansion covered a sizable area with numerous rooms ample enough to accommodate a substantial number of people.
However, Chen Hai didn't really care about these things.
After all, as a loner, no matter how vast the territory or how many rooms there were, they were essentially of no use to him.
If he had to point out the place in the mansion that pleased him the most, it would certainly be the garden here.
The combination of green trees, flower beds, and ponds, along with the small pavilion he was currently in, resembled a beautiful painting.
The enchanting scenery and favorable environment were enough to make one feel refreshed and invigorated.
Immersed in the garden, Chen Hai had been able to adjust his state and sink into cultivation more quickly than ever before.
In tranquility, time always seemed to fly by swiftly.
When Chen Hai arrived at the garden to begin his cultivation practice, it was only around two or three in the afternoon.
