Lin Su sat in the pavilion, a jade zither across his knees and a cup of fragrant tea beside him.
No one entered that entire morning.
No one entered that entire afternoon.
By the time the sun set in the west, still no one had entered.
Lin Su raised his eyes and surveyed his surroundings...
He knew that throughout the day, countless people had been observing him from all around, including boats on the river and pedestrians on the road.
One young man had intended to approach, but an old man beside him caught hold of him and told him one thing: "Those are people from Liangshan. Do not go near."
So the young man wisely left.
Lin Su enjoyed a full day of peace and quiet.
He had finally learned what Liangshan truly was.
One or two passersby meant nothing.
But the expressions on ordinary people's faces were the truest weather vane of a place.
In the eyes of the local populace, people from Liangshan were not to be approached.
From this, one could see what sort of conduct Liangshan had. Even rabbits did not eat the grass around their own burrows, yet Liangshan, supposedly devoted to pleasure and marching to its own beat, had turned even its own backyard into a white terror...
The moon now hung slantwise in the sky. The moon of the seventh day of the seventh month seemed by nature to carry a trace of lovers' dreamy haze.
Even though, in this world, the seventh day of the seventh month had not yet become a day for men and women to make trysts.
Moon River flowed softly onward...
The slanting moon spilled gently across the ten-thousand-mile river...
All around was quiet.
The zither on Lin Su's knees shimmered faintly and vanished.
That zither had