"Don't be so tense, I'm just wandering around with nothing better to do, just think of it as a vacation. If you keep this up, I might have to find a new place."
"Besides the sandstorms and deserts, what else is there to see in the White Country?" Ni Lin gave a bitter smile, "There's not even decent hospitality."
"Stop clinging to the old rituals of serving the White King; those days are over." Ji Jue yawned, "If I really wanted to play local tyrant, I'd still be sitting in Tower City sipping champagne."
Amidst his leisurely stroll, he bypassed the last high wall, revealing in the distance tender saplings stretching to the horizon, newly planted rice swaying in the gentle breeze like waves.
It's hard to imagine that such an oasis exists amidst treacherous mountains, where cultivation and grazing can still offer a last glimmer of hope to this already barren nation.
Compared to the chaotic scenes outside, it's as if time stands still, peaceful and serene.
