Along the Tundra Wasteland towards the southeast, the scenery was getting more prosperous and luxurious.
There were fewer algae, and more bushes and weeds; the number of living creatures among the bushes was increasing in variety and strangeness; the number of times one came across northern people was increasing; the scale of herdsmen's domestic animals, too, was expanding.
When the soil underneath his feet was no longer frozen soil, Sui Xiong saw a clear line: the border between grassland and tundra.
It was a magical sight. It was as though there was an invisible hand between the sky and land that separated the wasteland into two. The north was Tundra Wasteland that was infertile; the south was vast grassland. The distance between wasteland to grassland was merely a few steps.
Sui Xiong flew into the sky and gazed upon the magnificent spectacle. He felt so much better.
