This day was no different from usual. Before dawn, Chongxiao climbed out of the bed with the beautiful jade-like body, washed and prayed, then mounted his beloved dragon steed to the pasture, releasing the cattle and sheep like clouds from the pens.
Riding the dragon steed on the road to the pasture, he still felt grateful in his heart for the blessings of the divine.
But suddenly, the world changed color, Chongxiao's eyelids twitched furiously, and in the distance, he saw a shepherd racing towards him on horseback, face filled with panic.
"Just now, the sky changed, and the Divine Firmament thundered like rain, striking down all the cattle, sheep, and shepherds in the pasture dead. Only I survived by waking up late and came to report to the master!"
Chongxiao, with a distracted mind, pursed his lips, about to speak when suddenly a tremendous rumbling came from behind.
