Jiling Peak's Bamboo Building truly commanded breathtaking scenery. Back when the Bamboo Building had been chosen for construction here, every guest who had enjoyed the view had said that Mountain Lord Chen possessed singular ingenuity.
Flocks of orioles sang merrily among the mountains; beyond the cliffs, flying clouds rushed like they were chasing spring, transforming into dragons and snakes before one's very eyes.
Xiao Mo said, "Now that Mr. Zheng has returned to his hometown, things will become even livelier."
For no apparent reason, Chen Ping'an smiled. "Zheng Dafeng said that for scholars like us, rereading old books is like a brief parting making a new marriage sweeter."
Xiao Mo nodded. "Mr. Zheng is a learned man of immense talent. When a man of learning deliberately speaks with romantic flair, it is naturally utterly different from a Hypocrite pretending to be a moralist."
Chen Ping'an said, "Last time I went to the wine shop in Ascension City, the old patrons all said Shopkeeper Zheng's dirty jokes could accompany wine. This Second Shopkeeper is far inferior."
Xiao Mo smiled. "Mr. Zheng is broad-minded, affectionate and loyal without being bound by trifles. He is welcome wherever he goes."
"Take a walk with me."
Chen Ping'an tossed Xiao Mo a jug of wine. Carrying their jugs, the two headed toward the mountaintop, drinking as they walked. The mountain scenery was so green it seemed ready to drip; they carried wine up into the emerald mist.
A top sect's Mountain Protecting Formation was often a layered formation, with formations complementing and reinforcing one another. It was bound to combine attack and defense.
Luopo Mountain now possessed two great Mountain Protecting Formations. One was a sword formation assembled bit by bit over time, the family fortune that the thrifty and diligent Mountain Lord Chen Ping'an