The headlights swept across for a glance, seemingly an area long neglected and fallen into disrepair. Besides the trees, the roadside was overrun with various weeds up to waist-high.
Outside the southern wall of the manor was a relatively even area about twenty to thirty meters from the water's edge, sheltered from the wind and facing the sun, and the shore was fairly orderly.
In Lin Yang's view, such terrain was excellent for setting up camp, much better than those barren, wind-swept areas.
The group stopped the car and spoke over their mobile phones:
Tai: "This is a fishing spot I got from an acquaintance, convenient for parking and setting up a tent. How about we camp here?"
Wang Bo got out of the car, looked around, and nodded, "The location is good, facing the sun and sheltered from the wind, but I don't know how deep the water is or what the underwater terrain is like."