Du Man's lips twitched slightly, by now he had grown immune to Yang Ruxin's occasional inappropriateness.
Behind the Lingyin Temple was a stretch of guesthouses, all nestled within the bamboo forest. Passing through them, one reaches a rear gate guarded by a Little Monk, who lets you out upon greeting and then up the mountain on a small path.
Lingyin Mountain was not tall; its peak was reached within a few steps.
She had wanted to cheer at the broad view and uplifted mood at the top, but unexpectedly, there was someone else there.
"What a coincidence, Lady Xinxin," said Qi Jingyun, his smile bordering on a smirk as he looked at Yang Ruxin.
"Quite the coincidence," Yang Ruxin's gaze flickered, thinking to herself that he was like a Relentless Spirit, "I didn't expect to find Third Master here, sorry to disturb your leisure, I'll take my leave…"
