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The next two days traveling north to Bùxiǔ Garden were spent in mostly the same fashion; wake up, eat breakfast, ride in a carriage or on a horse for a few hours, break for lunch, travel again, break for dinner at an inn, go to sleep, and repeat until they reached the silver gates of the sect at the top of a mountain.
Despite what one would think, the climate on the mountain was quite moderate as the estate was one large garden that had its plants in full bloom all year round with some facilities here and there.
Unfortunately, Lánhuā wasn't able to enjoy this sight for too long as her attention was immediately drawn to one of her friends being dragged away by two disciples with small flowers drawn on their foreheads.
"Huh? Mázhe!" she called, about to go after them only to
