The mysterious ancient temple, the strange mountain, unexpectedly led them to a secluded paradise away from the world.
Although Lingling faintly felt that the village was somewhat peculiar, she still followed Gao Yang down the mountain, step by step heading into the village to search for Ma Xiaoqiong and Yeh Mohan.
This season, it was already early autumn outside, and the peaches were past their season.
Yet here, the ancient peach trees were still blossoming exuberantly, the fragrance overflowing in the moonlight. Lingling perplexedly plucked a peach blossom and gently twisted it between her fingers; the petals instantly turned wet and sticky, proving it was a real flower, not a prop. Perhaps the climate here is different from the outside, causing the peach blossoms to bloom a little later!
Under the moonlight, the streets here were made of ancient bluestone slabs, with only one main street flanked by stone houses. Each household had a courtyard with an ancient stone well.
