This Wang Lan really stayed in Li Yuanqing's herb garden just like that.
Every day, the old man would squat in the herbal field and study something. When he was tired, he would lean on the ridge of the field, holding that greasy gourd and pouring wine into his stomach.
The old man didn't seem to have any thoughts about Li Yuanqing. The two sides lived in peace. Li Yuanqing took care of his medicinal herbs as usual every day, while Wang Lan was busy with her own matters every day.
What troubled Li Yuanqing was that not only was Wang Lan a spendthrift when he ate those medicinal herbs and spiritual fruits, but he also always 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 a thick smoke rising from the herbal field.
The thick smoke was gradually blown away by a gust of wind. A pile of flames had been ignited just now, but now it had been suppressed.