The night was high and the cool moon cast a radiant glow, with the stars shimmering brightly.
Each star, like a chess piece, adorned the entire night sky against the dark curtain.
The night sky over the grasslands was more splendid, purer, and even more vast and mysterious than that over Iron City.
Everyone sat in the courtyard, gazing at the starry heavens, and feeling the magic of nature; they couldn't help but want to shout loudly, expressing the wildness and passion within their hearts.
Finally, they understood why the people of the horseback-riding nations loved galloping across the plains and singing at the top of their lungs.
In the center of the courtyard, over the bonfire, a whole lamb was roasting, the vigorous flames cooking its flesh and constant sizzling sounds erupting from its skin, followed by the splendid golden drips of fat.
Ye Ling felt the glutton inside him surge forth in an instant, his mouth involuntarily beginning to salivate.
