Wang Lan really stayed in Li Yuanqing's medicinal garden just like that.
Every day, the old man would squat in the medicinal field and study something. When he was tired, he would lean against the ridge of the field and drink wine soup from the greasy gourd.
The old fellow did not seem to have much thoughts about Li Yuanqing. The two sides lived in harmony. Li Yuanqing took care of his herbs every day as usual, while Wang Lan was busy with his own matters every day.
What troubled Li Yuanqing was that not only was Wang Lan extravagant when he ate those medicinal herbs and spiritual fruits, but he also destroyed a lot of those things.
In just a short while, Li Yuanqing heard another muffled sound. When he looked over, he happened to see thick smoke rising from the medicinal field.
The thick smoke was gradually blown away by a gust of wind. A pile of flames had been ignited a moment ago, but now it was suppressed.