50 miles north of Jin City, Wangyou Valley!
Odd-shaped rocks stood erect, winding paths leading to secluded spots, with evergreen lawns and babbling brooks.
At this moment, it was the season of blooming spring flowers, with fluttering colorful butterflies amidst floral scents carried by the breeze, quietly filling the nostrils and lifting spirits.
Ye Shu stood atop the wooden loft, gazing in the direction of the valley entrance, lost in a trance.
After tidying up the loft inside and out, Sheng Shuai approached Ye Shu and said, "Little Village Flower, from today on, you are the master of Wangyou Valley, and from now on, you'll convalesce here in peace, with the guarantee that no one will be able to disturb you."
"Hey, the supplies prepared here aren't enough for us to eat for one or two months, you know, I eat a lot!" Da Li remarked while climbing the wooden ladder from below; with each step he took, the loft seemed to tremble.
