The Mountain-Sacrificing Altar lay among Ningzhou's townships and counties, only a dozen or so li from Ye Yunchi's school.
After the Witch Cult Rebellion, Twin Saints Ye Ci had chosen to retire here with his confidante, partly because Ningzhou's beautiful scenery suited a quiet life, and partly because he was still a wandering swordsman at heart who enjoyed watching people spar and fight. There was almost always something to watch at the Mountain-Sacrificing Altar.
Xie Jinhuan sped along with Sister Ye. Once they reached the vicinity of the Mountain-Sacrificing Altar, they continued on foot, just as the sun sank behind the hills.
Although night had fallen, the Mountain-Sacrificing Altar was a must-visit spot in the Jianghu, and there were still plenty of people around.
When Xie Jinhuan approached, he saw that the Mountain-Sacrificing Altar was a stone platform weathered by untold ages, surrounded by mountains on three sides. Quite a few capable young people were sparring atop it, while countless lovestruck heroines and young ladies gathered all around, their eyes full of admiration and longing as they murmured, "Wow, that young hero is so handsome. If I could sleep with someone like that in this lifetime, I'd be satisfied-"
"Have some ambition. If you're daydreaming anyway, it's got to be Xie Jinhuan. How could these commonplace beauties even catch your eye-"
"Exactly, exactly-"
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Xie Jinhuan found these little wildflowers' nonsense rather amusing, but with Milk Melons right beside him, he could hardly go strike up a conversation.
After they made a circuit of the Mountain-Sacrificing Altar, Ye Yunchi led Xie Jinhuan along a country path toward the Azure Nether Sword Manor, since there was not much to see here.
Xie Jinhuan had actually guessed long ago that Milk Melons' old home was where Ye Sheng had once lived in