She went.
North of the nearly thousand Mongolian yurts lay gently rolling green grass slopes, some still covered in ice and snow. Farther beyond was a very spacious open area, where from a distance, Sui Yi could see a towering wooden tower, distinctly Western Regions in architectural style, with a luminous pearl at its tip and a pointed pinnacle.
At this moment, the open area was adorned with numerous furry skins of cattle, sheep, wolves, and other creatures, serving as individual seating rugs. Tables were already set up, quite large, allocating one table per two seats, with each table holding basins full of delectable meat dishes from cattle, sheep, and pigs, as well as various alcohol and dishes, presenting a feast of abundance.
Sui Yi was led by a cavalry member from the Barbarian Bull Army, who seemed to be continuously observing her, his gaze somewhat peculiar.
"I find you Central Plains people truly unlikeable."
Following a stretch of silence, the cavalryman spoke.
