The flat area beside water is called Ting.
The two of them followed the stream, quickly arriving at a flat area by the river.
"Yi Xianting..."
Chen Youran found a stele beside the path covered with wildflowers and weeds, with three vigorous characters engraved on it.
Although worn and blurred by the years, one could still discern the deep mastery of calligraphy in the engraver.
"Bro, there seems to be a stone table and stools over there!"
Chen Youran looked around and suddenly spotted something resembling a stone table and stools amidst the thick weeds.
The two passed through the lawn, stopping about two zhang away from the stone table and stools.
"There should have been a pavilion here once."
Glancing at the decayed pillars and scattered gray tiles amidst the wild grass, Shen Chongming spoke.
Chen Youran nodded, immediately wanting to walk towards the stone table.
