Before long, the group finished lighting the fire and began preparing ingredients to cook.
Zhang Rongfang also patted the robe on his body, found a shady place nearby, sat cross-legged, and rested.
The official road where they were was on the mountainside of a deep mountain.
On one side was a steep gray mountain wall, and on the other, a high cliff.
The spot Zhang Rongfang chose was under an old pine tree between the official road and the cliff.
Below the pine tree fell a thick layer of pine needles, mixed with withered yellow and dark green, occasionally scattered with other tree leaves and branches, feeling soft and comfortable to step on.
He sat cross-legged and gazed into the distance below the cliff.
A large lake lay below the mountains in the distance.
The lake surface appeared blue-black, with a layer of mist shrouding it, obscuring a closer view.
Further away, the lake surface, green hills, and clouds blended into one, tiered from bottom to top.
