Qingfeng Edge's Wang Anfeng wasn't here for the first time.
Although it had been a full three years, his memory wasn't so bad as to have completely forgotten this place. Even if some areas were a bit hazy in his mind, taking a few steps around the vicinity was enough to jog most of it back.
With nothing better to do, he casually strolled around the area to take in the local scenery, a way to release the frustration of having been smartly taken advantage of by Zhu Ling earlier.
Qingfeng Edge was a Hidden Sect. Although the land it occupied might not compare with the mountain and river estates of the famous Jianghu sects or the Taoist mountain gates, what was precious about it was the rarity of human disturbance. These mountains and waters remained as quiet and clean as they were a hundred years ago.
Without those scholars at the foot of the mountain wracking their brains to rank things like the "Eight Scenic Spots of Fufeng", the mountain remained much more tranquil.