Heather Sage was curious by nature, but it was also a quality unique to young ladies nowadays.
If it was in the northern territory, in front of Braydon Neal, none of the millions of soldiers in the ten legions of the northern army dared to go out of line in front of the Northern King. They were all extremely cautious.
In fact, Braydon was not annoyed by Heather's personality!
After thirteen years of bitter cultivation in the northern territory, he had experienced bloody and great storms, which had forged a calm personality in Braydon.
Braydon smiled. "I was cultivating in the bright hall last night. The northern territory is not a place for one to play. It's the border. The stories you want to hear are full of blood and tears. That desert is very barren. There's no green grass for thousands of miles, and no one for hundreds of miles!"
Heather listened quietly, and the car had already arrived at the entrance of Preston University.
