The soft scent of the morning dew filled the air as the gentle rays of sunlight washed over the forest. The flora welcomed the world with delight as the birds began to chirp melodiously.
Not far from the edge of this forest, Lucian stood half-naked in a small stream of a river, shivering. The sound of his crackling teeth overpowered the rumbling of the turbulent water.
Snorting his nose, he wrapped his arms around himself and cursed in a low, suppressed voice. "Curse you, old man! If only I had known you'd make me bathe in ice-cold water, I'd have never chosen you as my master. Not in a million lives!"
His small body was constantly defending itself from the invasive cold of Mount Qingmao, mixed within the river that flowed from the same.
Xiouyue, as a county, was known to be a solitary place where the nobles lived in ecstasy. It was a state of independence and royalty as it offered homage to the last generation of rulers of the continent.
