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A group of women and young girls was washing clothes beside the stream, with orchid saplings budding by the water and pine trees and cypress trees lush in the mountains.
Aunt Liu and her daughter, Li Liu, both placed some clothes on the bluestone slabs beside the stream.
There were roughly four to five hundred families in the small town at the foot of Lion Peak, which translated to a fairly large population for such a small area. The small town was seemingly connected to Lion Peak, but there was actually a thin line separating the two, one that appeared like the gulf between heaven and earth. However, people had already grown accustomed to this after hundreds of thousands of years, and in any case, there was still some distance from the small town to the mountain path leading up Lion Peak.
No matter how mischievous or playful the children were, they would at most run to the entrance of the mountain before stopping. If any child dared to disturb the peaceful cultivation of the immortals in the mountains, they would be dragged home by their elders and placed on a bench, having their backsides smacked until they wailed in pain.
What kind of person could become widely recognized in the small town? Either they worked in the county office, earned a huge sum of money outside and returned home to construct large residences, had descendants who were talented scholarly students, were beautiful widows who liked to gossip, or opened shops and did business like Aunt Liu.
When it came to mortal towns and villages, those who had sharp tongues would also be harshly judged by others. This being the case, everyone in the small town gradually became familiar with the shopkeeper of the fabric shop, the woman with the surname Liu. In the past, the women in the small town often liked to joke about Mrs. Liu, expressing strong doubt at her claim that her son was a student at an esteemed Confucian academy. In fact, they even questioned whether Mrs. Liu truly had a son at all.
Mrs. Liu's daughter was indeed beautiful, but what did this matter? A married daughter was like spilt water that couldn't be recovered. Moreover, Mrs. Liu should already be burning incense and thanking her ancestors that her beautiful daughter was apparently able to become a maidservant for an old immortal at Lion Peak, so how could the other women possibly live if Mrs. Liu had a successful and scholarly son as well? All of the immense fortunes were being enjoyed by Mrs. Liu alone, so how could the other women possibly feel happy?
A very kind-looking young man had arrived at the fabric shop recently, helping the shop draw water from the well several times. He was polite and respectful, and...
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