The rain gradually eased, and the night deepened.
Moonlight filtered through the dense, oppressive clouds, spilling down in a faint glow that illuminated a stretch of mountain road.
Lu Feng followed the winding path onward. The earth beneath his feet still felt damp, and the air carried the fresh scent of the mountains after rain.
The small courtyard Flower Demon had mentioned lay deep within the Deep Mountain Ridge, backed by mountains and facing water, possessing an indescribable quiet elegance.
The entire courtyard was encircled by vines and all kinds of fresh flowers. From afar, it looked like a peach blossom haven hidden away from the world;
Its walls were built from neatly cut mountain stone, perfectly even, their surfaces covered in moss and bearing the traces of time.
Lu Feng approached at an unhurried pace and pushed open the bamboo gate.
There were flowers, trees, and a crescent-shaped pond in the courtyard. Beneath the moonlight, the plants gave off a faint fragrance. A gentle breeze stirred the leaves with a soft rustle, fish frolicked in the pond, and calamus and water lilies grew along its banks. The entire place exuded an atmosphere of profound peace and tranquility.
The courtyard was large, with no fewer than six houses built within it.
At that moment, only one house was lit by candlelight. Through the flickering glow, two silhouettes could vaguely be seen cast against the window curtains;
They belonged to Ye Fan and Tang Yuan.
Hearing the bamboo gate outside creak open, the two stepped out from the house.
Seeing Lu Feng soaked from head to toe, Tang Yuan could not help but start in alarm. "Old Lu, what happened to you?"
After sensing that Lu Feng showed no signs of injury, Ye Fan teased with a smile, "Which puddle did