The noise of the night finally subsided. At dawn, those who had casually rested near Liuyun Temple overnight gradually departed, waiting for the next fifteenth or first day of the month to return to Liuyun Temple.
Yang Fan had a restful sleep that night and woke up at six o'clock.
He woke up Murong Yan, and the two washed their faces and left the room.
It was very cold on the mountain in the early morning. In the deep autumn, the woods around Liuyun Temple were full of withered yellow colors.
Only in the backyard of Liuyun Temple were some evergreens planted, still lush and green.
The two walked along the quiet path, left Liuyun Temple, and headed to a nearby mountain.
Although it wasn't the lush green of summer, the waterfalls and pools somewhat compensated for the regrets brought by late autumn.
They had missed the best season for sightseeing, and the things they could see were quite limited.
They worked up a sweat by the time they reached the mountain's peak.
