Bianliang was delightful, with scenery reminiscent of times past.
Xie Tian, temporarily free from the threat of death, viewed the world with appreciation for the first time in his life. The flowers were too beautiful, the birdsong too sweet, even the mud by the creek exuded a refreshing fragrance.
The two prodigies lay side by side on the grassy riverside, while Blackie and Little Horse nibbled at the green grass nearby, enjoying a leisurely time.
Blackie was clearly reluctant to be too close to Little Horse, but Little Horse was very interested in Blackie, constantly circling around her, his eyes rolling up and down, making Blackie shiver.
"What's up with Little Horse?" Xie Tian propped himself up and asked as he looked at Little Horse.
"He's in heat," responded Xu Zhantang gruffly before he remembered something and cursed, "Damn it, Blackie is old enough to be his mother, and he still won't let her be. Poor Blackie."
