The Western Highland was beyond vast. The boundless red soil connected with the firmament far off in the distance. The vegetation here was sparse, and the land was filled with gravel.
Chu Feng couldn't quite get used to the changes. He was just walking absent-mindedly on the plains when he encountered such an incident—it truly worsened his mood.
He glared furiously with an unfriendly expression.
But as those people saw it, this was really nothing serious. They were sure that he was a cross-dressing lady and even felt that his anger was rather charming.
"Her actions have an ethereal temperament to them, and both her smile and scowl are beautiful. It can be said that she's has a heart like a stream in autumn and bones made of jade."
One of them praised in admiration. There was a young man clad in purple robes standing on one of the brown rocks. His eyes shone as bright as the stars and he was fairly elegant as he flapped his fan.
