Ou Yangming and He Jian were rushing. The yellow sand that filled the sky disappeared and was replaced by a light grey sky.
After 3 days, the area in front of them suddenly became wide open and was covered with emerald green trees.
The stream was clear and was beating on the mountain rocks. There were also many spiritual fishes playing in the water.
"How far to go?" Ou Yangming's voice was very soft, and his face was covered in dust.
"Well, it's not far. We'll only need half a day at most to get there." He Jian bent down and picked a cucumber from the cucumber vine. He wiped it with his hand and sat on a piece of bluestone. Then, he started to chew on it.
Ou Yangming did not even lift his eyelids. Obviously, he had seen this scene several times.
In He Jian's words, eating cucumbers was like life. One had to eat the bitter parts first, then the sweetness would come later.
