On the mountainside, there was a flat expanse that looked like a terrace built by hand, though it was clearly a natural formation. Wildflowers grew all around—tiny white blossoms, wild chrysanthemums, and other blooms whose names Shang Nuannuan didn’t know, all of them beautiful. In the center of the terrace sat a stone table with stone stools. With no tall trees to obstruct the view, the vantage point was excellent. Despite the mountain being small, the scenery was magnificent.
Seeing this, a flash of pleasant surprise crossed Shang Jingchen’s eyes. He guessed this must be where his wife practiced in private. Heyan nodded in appreciation; standing there felt truly comfortable, pleasant, and relaxing.
"Let’s sit and rest for a while," said Ye Zhixing, the master of this place.
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