When every servant stood by their master, Doris nodded and looked at everyone.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the clan has also arranged accommodations for you according to your grades. Your servants will lead you to your residences."

She looked at Vivian and said, "Miss Vivian, you will be in the Zenith Pavilion."

"Oh my God! You're kidding!" Vivian held her hands over her mouth. She couldn't contain her joy. Cyril had told them that apart from the main house of the Jenkins family where the matriarch Lived, there were four different levels of housing in the clan. The pavilions, gazebos, towers and yards.

Out of all these, the pavilions were the best, followed by the gazebos and towers. The yards were the worst of them all.

The Zenith Pavilion had an absolutely beautiful scenery. To make things even better, it was the closest residence to the matriarch's residence. Living there meant Vivian would get to see the matriarch every day. Unless of course, she hated her, but that was very unlikely.

"Miss Avianna, the Moon Gazebo." Avianna was happy with this announcement, but she was still a tiny bit jealous of Vivian who got to be in the Zenith Pavilion.

Doris went on to attribute everyone to a residence until Maria was left.

Vivian crossed her arms arrogantly and smirked at Maria, eager to know where her nemesis would be staying.

“Miss Maria, you will be in the Lemna Yard."

A yard?

Not just any yard, but the Lemna Yard. The name alone was repulsive. Vivian couldn't imagine what it would be Like living there.

“The Lemna Yard? Hilarious!" Vivian started Laughing without reserve. Doris' face remained stoic as she said, "You can now go to your residences and get some rest. Your courses on ancient martial arts will officially begin tomorrow."

On hearing this, they all hurried to their residences with their servants.

Isla led Maria towards the Lemna Yard, and they got there soon enough.

“Is this it? Lemna Yard?" Maria asked.

She was looking at an awkward courtyard with white walls and black tiles. It was just a tiny piece of land.

It Looked so strange. The white wall surrounded the yard fully, leaving only one exit into and out of the yard. It looked a lot like a cell room.

It was just an old house, an old tree and a deserted compound.

The place was so run-down, and gave off an awful smell. It was a wonder anyone could live there.

Despite this, Maria noticed that the yard was actually very clean.

No pile of garbage, no dirt lying around. Even dead leaves were absent. The stone stairs were so clean. Someone must have swept it. Doris wouldn't have kept it clean for her.

Isla saw the questions in her master’s eyes and said, “Miss Maria, I cleaned the whole place up early in the morning.

I wanted it to be clean and ready for whoever would take it."