The next morning dawned.
Rugged rocks and surging clouds and mists.
Broom in hand, he swept off the broken stones and blades of grass.
Xu Zishuai laid out the felt mat and lit the stove to boil tea, offering it attentively to his master and mistress as the water reached a rolling boil.
"Look, look, doesn't it look like a monk meditating?"
"That mountain looks like the leopard we saw on the way up the hill."
Long Yao and Long Li sat at the edge of the cliff, holding Long Eying's hand and chattering nonstop.
Liang Qu sat cross-legged, gazing where water and sky seemed one, and watched the sunrise.
Only, the location had changed from the Five Elder Peaks to Hanpeng Gate, and the company from two to a group, lending a completely different mood to the occasion.
Both had their unique charms.
