The river wasn't wide, and soon they arrived on the opposite bank.
Ban Yan Temple was built halfway up a mountain. Although it was only halfway, climbing it was still tiring due to the mountain's height. Moreover, given that she hadn't fully recovered her strength, Shang Ruyi was somewhat out of breath halfway up the climb.
Yu Wenye said, "Last time I came, I recall seeing a resting pavilion up ahead. Let's rest there for a while."
Shang Ruyi nodded.
Before long, they reached the pavilion. It was built on a giant rock protruding beside the mountain path, with a great view. However, it was already crowded at the moment. As they approached, they saw an elderly man with graying hair sitting in the pavilion's center. Strangely, his hair was only about an inch long, and he wore a washed-out gray robe. He looked like a monk, yet not quite a monk.
Surrounding him were some mountain hunters and fishermen's children, seemingly pestering him for stories.
