At Sword Worship Terrace, beneath the eaves of the thatched hut stood a row of little bamboo chairs. Among them sat the Sable Hat Girl, relaxed and at ease, propping her cheek with one hand in the slanting sunlight.
Ever since Old Deafy had built a thatched hut at Sword Worship Terrace to cultivate, the place had become much livelier. Of course, that might also have had something to do with Bai Xuan returning up the mountain from the lower sect. Once Bai Xuan returned, Chen Lingjun often came by to chat idly. Moreover, as soon as Old Deafy entered the mountain, Mountain Lord Chen had entrusted him with an important duty that required him to deal often with Xie Gou. Xie Gou, meanwhile, had been dragged by the white-haired boy into paying respects to Guo Zhujiu and elevating her to Alliance Leader. Perhaps this was what they called the convergence of wind and clouds, a hall full of distinguished friends. The once deserted Sword Worship Terrace had practically become a "village entrance" where everyone exchanged intelligence.
Today, another huge crowd had crammed in here, and there were nearly not enough bamboo chairs and stools to go around.
Strangely enough, everyone had been given a slice of sweet watermelon today. The melons had first been chilled in a mountain stream for a couple of hours, with Little Millet squatting by the water to keep watch. Then they had been brought to the old cook, who brought down his kitchen knife. Zhu Lian had smilingly asked where they came from; this was not the season for such things. Little Millet had laughed heartily and said that good person Mountain Lord had gone out to sea and stolen them from the sandy shore of an island belonging to some minor immortal sect.