The village before her eyes was situated in a small mountain cove, resembling a scene from a painting under the western glow of the setting sun.
This place had just over twenty households, so there was naturally no inn. Thus, Ning Xiaoxian knocked on the door of a farmhouse.
Changtian asked curiously, "Why didn't you knock on that house's door?" He nodded in a direction, and Ning Xiaoxian followed his gaze to see that indeed, there was a house with a door larger than the others, painted in bright red, which looked quite grand.
With the temperament of a cultivator, if seeking lodging, naturally one would stay in the best place.
She, however, shook her head slightly, "That household is not as good as the one I chose. When we landed earlier, I saw that even the idle threshing ground of this house is neatly cleaned, and all kinds of odds and ends in the yard are arranged orderly; it seems this household values cleanliness."
