Snow and moon suited each other perfectly; the young man was all the more clear and pure.
Including this fellow who called himself Cui Dongshan, there were six of them in total, walking together toward that grand residence with a library holding six thousand volumes.
A monkey-thin man walked at the front, sweeping aside the snow with his feet to clear a path, lest the woman's embroidered shoes be soaked through by the accumulated snow.
The woman named Wang Manmeng claimed to be at the Sea Gazing Realm, but she disliked being called a fairy maiden. Once, the gaunt man's flattery had landed right on the horse's hoof, earning him a slap.
Along the way, she chatted idly with the handsome youth who called himself Cui Dongshan. Naturally, beneath the flowerlike smiles of this woman born a Wild Cultivator lay countless delicate thoughts, much like the road beneath the snow: it looked spotless and white, but scrape it open with a foot, and there was nothing but mud.
Wang Manmeng noticed that the youth beside her walked lightly and unsteadily, unlike someone trained in martial arts. His boots were already covered in snow, and he shivered from the cold, lightly brushing the fallen snow from his head and shoulders as he repeatedly asked, "Are we there? Are we there yet?"
The main reason was that this woman had fallen out with her lover Hong Chou. Wang Manmeng was unwilling to live under another's roof and watch others' faces. She utterly loathed the imperial court and government offices, nor did she intend to find some mountain and establish a sect. There were many rules on the mountain, and where there were many rules, there was much trouble. Hong Chou came from the jianghu—how could he understand the ways of the mountain?