Zhao Region is mostly flat plains.
Unlike the mountainous terrain of the Daqian homeland where you can see mountain ranges at a glance, this place is so flat you can't see an end to it. Everywhere you look, it's nothing but flatness.
Wang Qizheng cursed as he walked:
"Dammit, there's nothing to see on the road, not even a forest. If there's the slightest sound of wind or movement, it's immediately noticeable. How come I never realized how flat this place was before?"
"This is your hometown, isn't it? How can you have no sense of nostalgia? Let me tell you, one must have eyes to discover beauty."
Zhang Fei Xuan pointed to the front, laughing, "Although it's flat, when we first entered, there were still obstacles, having to cross over mountains and hills, to smooth out all difficulties. But after crossing the border, it's like finding the right path, the deeper you go, the flatter it becomes. This feeling of going in and out gives people a sense of unobstructed comfort!"
