If it were not for Granny Mu’s sudden strange illness, Fang Yi, Mr. Mu Ye, and Juewen would never have been willing to leave West Mountain—that familiar, fairyland-like sanctuary so perfectly suited for seclusion.
As the first lunar month drew to a close, the weather grew gradually warmer. Most of the snow in the mountains had melted, and pale green mountain grass was already peeking out from the cracks in the rocks, hinting at a vast expanse of green soon to come. The sound of spring water gurgling over the rocks grew increasingly melodious, like the sweet songs of mountain birds.
That evening, just like any other, amidst the glowing evening clouds across the sky, Granny Mu was weeding and tending the vegetable beds alone in the large vegetable garden behind the few thatched cottages. This was a place of supreme geomantic energy; the vegetables and fruits grown here not only grew better than those outside the mountains, but their flavor was also far superior.
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