On a verdant grassland in the Northern Plains, a cheerful stream babbled melodiously.
A small courtyard, its garden filled with orchids, was particularly eye-catching.
Amidst the desolate wilderness of the Northern Plains, it presented a scene akin to a paradise hidden from the world.
Even the most unruly members of the Demon Race or Barbarian People would become docile here, for the master of this small courtyard was called Mr. Yuan.
Mr. Yuan was simply Mr. Yuan. He might have had a name before, but now, he was just Mr. Yuan.
In the Northern Plains, the name "Mr. Yuan" was sometimes more effective than that of the Demon God. In a sense, Mr. Yuan was the god of the Northern Plains.
A figure in a black robe shattered the tranquility.
He walked into the courtyard, came to the front of the small house, and said in a raspy voice, "Mr. Yuan, he has arrived."
With a CREAK, the wooden door of the small house was pushed open, and an old Confucian scholar slowly walked out.
