The To-do List

The children are still missing

Floating above the garden was a ball of cloud. It was condensed gradually from the moisture in the air. Peter's hand moved so fast as he formed seals. 

Soon the cloud started to rain and a little drizzle flowed into the garden. It lasted for about 20 minutes before dissipating. 

The leaves of the plants became brighter and fresher, brimming with vitality.

The spell changed suddenly as Peter spread his fingers making a series of incredible hand movements. A green layer enveloped his hands as though painted on them.

The roots of the spiritual herbs in the garden seemed to be more excited and absorbed the spiritual energy even faster.

The mundane plants and fruit trees in Raizel's garden began to grow rapidly under the influence of the vigorous spiritual energy. Fragrance rose and vitality filled the air. The almost deserted garden had turned to a paradise of lush and green. Peter smiled. He didn't exhaust much of his spiritual essence for this. The plants in the garden were a few low grade spiritual herbs and some mundane plants. 

He was a Late Dao Flowering Realm Cultivation whose innate Dao seed was that of the Wood Dao. He had done this kind of job a lot when he was much younger. He was sure he could be even faster…

A delicate and very fragrant aroma swept past his nose.

"You probably should buy some Black Tailed Butterflies from Ben later." He said, his voice was right.

Raizel took a bite of the soft and spongy egg cake. It was slightly sweet, he took a spoonful of the fish congee which left a delicious taste in his mouth.

"En. I understand." He replied.

Peter bristled. This rude, impolite Daoist! He wanted to say he has never been treated like this. But he had.

Old Bill treated him like this. Old Lin treated him like this. Old Bill was even more shameless and thick-skinned, he would help himself to yours but never give up a morsel of food. It was only Mengmeng, Heaven bless her beautiful soul that knows how to treat a visitor as a person. 

"Raizel. You are a terrible person. I came to your house and you did not even offer me a seat. You even ordered food and you did not add my share. What kind of friend are you?"

"You are right. I am sorry." Raizel thought about his Master's teaching and admitted his fault.

Peter licked his lips and with brightened eyes focused on the dish in front of Raizel, he asked, "So…"

"Next time, I will offer you a seat."

Peter felt numb He took a deep breath. It was not enough, he took another breath.

He then turned and left. At least, he swindled 100 spirit stones from Raizel's pocket. One should always learn to be content.

Raizel watched Peter leave. He had paid him 100 spirit stones for his service. The price had been so unacceptable to him. However, when he used his phone to search on the job sites. 

People with a lower cultivation base were charging double or triple the price. He had gone back to Peter but he was still not reconciled. He had never paid for someone to tend to the garden or vegetation around his mount.

He picked up the last piece of egg cake and drank down the entire bowl of fish congee.

He closed his eyes as he relaxed. The meal had no spiritual energy to assimilate but it was still very delicious. The scent of chamomile filled his nose and he relaxed, closing his eyes for a little nap.

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As Raizel took a short nap in his garden, the situation outside was getting hot.

Panic was really one of man's greatest enemies. It had a way of erasing all forms of reasons including the smallest common sense.