Thud.
A dull sound echoed with dust flying everywhere.
Fang Zheng fell flat on his face on the ground.
Although he fell from a high altitude, it was only for a short time before he landed, thus he survived.
"Spit spit spit!" Fang Zheng sprawled on the ground and spitted grass and mud out of his mouth, a sore pain spreading throughout his body as he felt stifled.
"Where is this?" He took slow, deep breaths and stood up awkwardly before looking at his surroundings.
It was a scenery of green, Fang Zheng felt like he was in a grassland. The grass rustled with the light wind and countless flowers of all colors formed a tapestry that spread to the horizon.
Far away, there was a tall and precipitous crystal mountain.
The crystal mountain was half-translucent and was pink like a scene from dreams.
