The drizzle was like silk, blown into a vast curtain of water in the wind.
The world was wet, and in the distant mist, a frost-covered ring-shaped volcano stood faintly, its icy peaks piercing straight into the ninth heaven.
This is the rain of the Far East, delicate in its grace; this is the mountain and water of the Far East, picturesque and poetic, constantly making Yitiao think of home.
A few dozen steps away lay the lush great forest, with rolling hills spreading to both sides, where the Orochi giant snake hid in a cave beneath one of these hills.
"Been waiting so long and still no show, let's do it!" Kaka shook off his wet hair, eagerly anticipating.
Yitiao touched a fresh scar on his face, moved his lips slightly, wanting to speak but stopping.
He was thinking.
Around him, two hundred Antelope Warriors spread out, their gazes indifferent, all wearing crown thorn helmets, all with heavy weapons, openly violent features prominently displayed.
