Meng Shuang gestured for us to follow him to his cave dwelling. Xue Qingcheng and I also felt that this was hardly a suitable place to talk, so we followed him to a mountain ridge covered in purple plants.
At first glance, the entrance to the cave dwelling looked like a sheer cliff covered by a layer of old vines. But as we arrived, the vines gradually withdrew, revealing the entrance. Once we entered, the cave dwelling suddenly opened up before us. Clear streams murmured within, green plants grew everywhere, and the whole place looked like an open-air garden.
"This sheer cliff is merely a deception. Even those heterotypic beings from the Magic Beast Divine Realm can't see what's different about it. So I'm not bragging when I say that this sheer-cliff formation is the only reason this old man has managed to keep his life until now." Meng Shuang smiled broadly as he gestured for us to admire the surrounding scenery.
This wasn't really a sheer cliff at all. It should have been a carefully selected mountain ravine. The place where we had entered was the ravine's exit, while the mountains on both sides rose steeply toward their peaks. The entire terrain formed a U-shaped depression, yet the entrance did not face south. No wonder it was so well concealed.
Many herbs had been planted throughout the ravine, and several spirit slaves were drawing water to irrigate them. The circulation system was exceptionally complete. Even Xue Qingcheng couldn't help clicking her tongue in amazement after taking it all in. After all, this was far more interesting than the temple.
When we reached a pavilion in the ravine, Meng Shuang invited us to sit. The table was covered with strange purple fruits, which were probably specialties of Central Origin Continent.