At the foot of small Tangshan, Fenxi River winds around the mountain.
Although its name contains "creek," Fenxi River is actually a wide river that spans over ten meters.
The river flows slowly, is crystal clear, and is formed by the convergence of mountain springs. The fish in the river are particularly fresh with firm and delicious flesh.
As evening approached, the sunset hung on the edge of the sky, making the clouds as red as fire.
Near a bend in Fenxi River, faint wisps of blue smoke drifted upward.
Chen Mu sat on a low bamboo stool, pondering over a medical book.
In front of him was a large, irregular stone with a rectangular groove scooped out in the middle.
A wire mesh covered the top of the groove. The breeze from the river made the charcoal inside flicker with scarlet light, and wispy blue smoke escaped from the mesh, drifting toward the sky.
"It's about time," Chen Mu turned his head to look at the river bend not far away.
