Amid the lush green grass by the lake, paths like gray ribbons were inlaid across the ground. More than a dozen riders formed a single line, galloping along the lakeside path toward the foot of a low mountain ahead.
It was a grayish-brown stone mountain. With Yue Qianchou's cultivation, he spotted at a glance that many caves had been carved into its slopes, with people entering and leaving their entrances. They were clearly used as dwellings.
As they passed the lake, Yue Qianchou, riding at the rear, was left somewhat dumbstruck. He could not help looking back several times. Near the foot of the mountain, a group of ** men and women were merrily bathing in the lake. The women bared their ** without the slightest reservation, splashing about in small groups and singing bright, pure, seductive songs.
What a fine place. Yue Qianchou's eyes gleamed as he watched the people in the lake. The people in the water also looked curiously at him, likely wondering why he wore so many clothes.
Once the group reached the foot of the mountain, they dismounted one after another. Bodo came over and led away his own horse. Yue Qianchou looked around and saw a circle of fencing on the grass at the mountain's base. Many horses were tethered to it, and the arriving group was tying up their mounts as well. Inside the fence stood many crude tents sewn from animal hides, with quite a few children running and playing among them.
Breathing the fresh air filled with the scent of nature and taking in such simple, rustic customs, Yue Qianchou could not help sighing with emotion.
Jialan, having tethered her horse, walked over to him. She stood before him and studied him for a moment before saying, "Don't run around. I'm