Bear Hug Tribe, Royal Court.
Xiao Jian Daoist strolled among the tents, feeling the cool breeze on the grassland after the rain, gazing at the clouds that had yet to disperse on the horizon, and the rainbow that hung beneath the sky.
Having been in the Northern Wilderness for no more than four or five days, Xiao Jian Daoist's heart of the Dao had completely relaxed.
How carefree was life here?
A row of beautiful girls danced gracefully; sturdy men galloped on wolf-back; elders stood on the hills at sunset, calling out long, distant tunes; and there were always groups of figures by the night fires.
He truly wished to merge with this grassland, spread his wings and transform into a hawk, soaring freely between heaven and earth.
By contrast, why did Wu Wang like the Human Domain so much?
Was the bustling activity of the Human Domain really related to them, the cultivators?
