Recently, they had been continuously traveling on mountain roads, and Qing Youmeng was no longer the naïve young man who used to get his robe snagged by thorns and bushes after just a few steps.
After the initial joy of the deep mountains and ancient forests, they all seemed the same. Whether a spot was lush or sparse, or whether it had an evil or a tranquil aura...
When they arrived, the stele at the mountain had been submerged, supposedly bearing its name. However, neither of them knew the name of the mountain, nor had they asked. After all, they hadn't planned to stay long, which made it inconvenient to interact much with others.
Lin Suqing thought Qing Youmeng simply disliked staying in crowded places and abhorred the noise, but she seemed to be searching for something all along, suddenly stopping at a spot with a broad view.