Chapter 236: Anglers Never Return Empty-Handed The riverside in winter was sparse with greenery, and the trees stood bare, yet the open valley still brimmed with charm. Following a small path for about ten meters led them into the heart of the valley, where every bluestone stood at least half as tall as Lin Heng. The pebbles here were mostly the size of a baby’s fist, making it easy to walk without twisting an ankle. This spot would have been perfect for lounging on the bluestones or having a…