The old site of Bone Burial Ground.
Since that disaster, there had been no visitors to this rarely trodden place.
Perhaps only the two survivors would entertain the thought of revisiting their old haunts.
Heine and Xiya La climbed the western slopes of Bone Burial Ground and sat on a stone, gazing into the distance.
The pond, dried up and deeply pitted, looked like a charred scar, but after being covered by successive rains and nourished for over half a year, it had regained a hint of green in the early spring of March.
"It's rare to have a moment of relaxation, and yet I dragged you here. You don't mind, do you?" Xiya La asked.
"Of course I don't mind. Wandering around is the same no matter where you go."
Heine smiled.
After returning from the east, he hadn't rushed back to the Lord's Mansion, instead spending half a day with Xiya La.
Indeed, as she said, he seldom had time to relax.
