He got up and went to the main house.
His parents were chatting idly, and his little sister, Fang Ying, was fiddling with the Jade Rabbit Pendant he had given her.
Fang Han joined them for a while. Seeing his family so peaceful and content, his heart softened.
'This is what I must protect.'
After resting for only half a day, Fang Han returned to his Quiet Chamber in the afternoon. He shut out the festive clamor of the new year and once again immersed his mind in cultivation.
The scriptures of the *Spirit Smelling Technique* flowed through his mind.
Supported by his sixty-four times Secret Technique Talent, the insights gained from days of arduous cultivation began to converge and collide like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, brewing a kind of transformation.
The faint scent of sweat and soapberries from a servant passing under the corridor; the subtle aroma of food wafting from the kitchen.
