Camping, forever, right by your side. Fortunately, on this mountain the trees were relatively sparse. About ten meters from the peak, on the sunny side of the mountain, there was a platform about thirty square meters in size that was fairly level. It faced south and opened up to a large rock that formed a step less than half a person's height. Below were just scattered boulders and no trees. I suddenly thought of the cliff at Qixia Mountain and felt as if the world operated in cycles, repeating itself. There were trees behind us, wind blowing towards us, and faintly, the scent of osmanthus in the air. Standing here, we could see the lake. The glow of the sunset was gradually fading and the moon was visible in the sky. This place felt good, but we needed to hurry. We found a spot, and began setting up camp.
Yao Yao walked around with her hands behind her back and smiled, "Not bad, not bad. You really have a good eye for geomancy. Leave the tent to me; this is my forte."