Leaving the teahouse, Song Yan sighed softly. "There really is no peace anywhere..."
He took Sheng Nian's warning to heart.
Whatever the case, being a little more cautious could never hurt.
"Liang Feng..."
He mulled over the name. So far, he did not seem to have heard it before.
Still, when soldiers came, he would meet them with a general; when water came, he would dam it with earth.
At worst, he could report it to Senior Brother Lu and Senior Cong Yuzhen. If the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up.
Putting aside his distracting thoughts, he rejoined the others.
As it happened, Yan Xun was giving everyone a brief introduction to the gathering.
"The Flower Festival actually has a long history. It may originally have been a custom passed down from the Central Region."
"They say this day is the birthday of the Lady of a Hundred Flowers, the immortal in heaven who oversees the flowering seasons. But I've heard that because flowers bloom at different times in different places, the dates of the Flower Festival also vary."
"Here on Beiya Mountain, it's the fifteenth day of the second month..."
Gu Qingqing suddenly asked, "Brother Yan, if every region has a Flower Festival, why is it only celebrated so grandly here on Beiya Mountain?"
Indeed, this Flower Festival gathering could even draw cultivators.
"Well..."
"For one thing, naturally, our flowers here on Beiya Mountain are fine ones."
Yan Xun first offered that boast, then seemed to realize he was the only local present.
He added somewhat sheepishly, "For another, at the Flower Festival gathering held every three years, quite a few spiritual treasures are given to cultivators as gifts from the gathering."
"Some of the rewards make even cultivators green with envy."
"Then..."
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