Phoenix Mountain, the northern slope.
It used to be a deserted area with a barren look. Phoenix Fair was a distance away and barely anyone was living here. However, a brand-new courtyard was here now, as if appearing out of the empty air. It almost seemed not to belong here.
The tiled houses had light gray roofs, black bricks, and white walls. Through the black iron gates, one could make out the concrete ground of the yard inside. The residence also came with a garage, which just looked like every other common arriviste household in the countryside.
It went without saying that the courtyard was a joint contribution of the Yuan, Lei, and Zeng families, which was used as their station here.
Gu Yu was cultivating on the mountain and the agreement was to have him coming down here once a month to collect the plants—that was also the only time they would meet him. As it turned out, today was his monthly visitation day.
