"Splash~"
The black and yellow withered leaves rise and fall, quietly spiraling, as heavenly horses gallop through the sky, rising into the air.
Six carriages in total, like a dragon winding across the horizon, experience a moment of weightlessness before gradually stabilizing. E Qirui touched the tendrils in his bosom and leaned against the carriage, lifting the corner of the curtain with his index finger, as ethereal clouds swept past the window.
Wangxiang Meng, one of the Nine Villages of Nanzhang.
Located in the central Southern Frontier, towards the rear, it is a region full of hills, mountains, and swamps.
