White Moon and Black Shoes snuggled in the master's embrace, watching the computer intently, observing the backlit keyboard and the flickering breathing lights, their fox eyes full of wonder.
Bai Mo grinned.
"Do these lights feel high-tech?
"Actually, breathing lights don't have much technical content, they just look high-tech at first glance."
Speaking of high tech, he remembered the lectures he attended at West State University, recalling the professor's assertion about countering Ancient Immortal techniques with a combination of ancient martial arts and technology.
"Humanity has never given up efforts outside of Immortal Techniques!
"...This is great."
With a sigh of emotion, he continued his work.
On the computer screen was a spreadsheet he had just created, listing the inventory of various herbs on Fox Mountain. It also detailed the varieties planted in each field, their consumption, and growth cycles.
