Zhan Lan and Mu Yan arrived at the foot of Black Wind Mountain together.
"You didn't ask your men to follow?" Zhan Lan curiously looked around; on the river surface that was over a dozen zhang wide, the center had already frozen over, but the edges had not.
Mu Yan took out a fishing rod and bait, saying, "They're at a distance, afraid they might disturb us..."
He just wanted to be alone with Zhan Lan; those Hidden Guards lurking around always made him uncomfortable.
Seating herself by the lakeside, Zhan Lan commented, "Fishing in the dead of winter, you're certainly in good spirits."
Mu Yan curved his lips into a smile and draped his cloak over her, "How about a competition? Let's see who catches a fish first. If you lose, you have to kiss me."
"Casanova." Zhan Lan rolled her eyes at him, as Mu Yan's contained laughter was followed by him casting the fishing line.
After setting her own rod, Zhan Lan stared intently at the surface of the water.