Summer gave way to autumn, and the Third Medicine Valley gradually took on shades of withered yellow.
Yang Jian came before the Blood Prison Great Saint, respectfully presenting a platter filled with fruits and flowers.
The Blood Prison Great Saint was lying on the ground and glanced at him, asking in a disinterested tone, "Are they cleaned well?"
Yang Jian quickly nodded and said in a low voice, "I've washed them three times."
The Blood Prison Great Saint lowered his head to smell them and then said, "Good, maintain this, you can go now."
Yang Jian got up, bowed deeply towards him, and then retreated.
Ever since Gu An had affirmed his name, he had been more determined than the other disciples, not only busily attending to the menial duties of the valley but also serving the Blood Prison Great Saint and the White Spirit Rat with great diligence. His behavior made the other servant disciples look down on him, and they gradually began to distance themselves from him.