In the evening, following the habits she had developed over the past few days, Chu Ming arrived at the gates of the Formless Divine Mountain.
She found that the place was already packed with people.
The dense crowds were everywhere, shoulder to shoulder, their sleeves forming a canopy, almost blocking the entire mountain path below.
The sound of their discussions was boiling over, like a pot brought to a boil.
The liveliness here even surpassed yesterday by a margin.
Chu Ming had no choice but to let Chu Shan and Chu Shi set up a square table with a large umbrella atop a distant cliff.
This spot was quite far from the mountain gate, about one li away, and because of the obstruction of the crowd, the view was not very good.
Yet, Chu Ming was very pleased.
Listening to the Jianghu travellers' discussions nearby, her mood felt sweet like eating honey.
