About a three-or-four-day walk away from Jing City, there was a little hill, behind which stood a mountain of medium height and in front of which flew a river less than ten Chinese feet. This little hill could be counted as a good place of blessing because of the mountain behind it and the river before it, though neither the mountain was high nor the river was deep.

"What a good place!" Qiu Yelan said with a half-smile holding the curtain in the carriage which had just arrived ...