Snowflakes drifted down in the early morning, blanketing Duval Castle in a quiet stillness.
Murphy strolled alone along the corridor, his mind filled with a thousand thoughts as he gazed out the window at his silver-clad domain.
For twenty years, in addition to his Cultivation, he had devoted himself to studying the laws of Nature. As a result, he had naturally developed ways to improve farm tools, optimize cultivation methods and textile techniques, and even refine smelting technology.
Now that the domain was his, he could implement these methods more broadly.
However, he kept these changes within reasonable limits. After all, in a world filled with Unknown Powers, overly conspicuous innovations could invite disaster.
What worried Murphy most was the border war, which could break out at any moment now that thirty-one years had passed.
It wasn't that he didn't want to expand his military; he simply lacked the means.
