North of Da Li lies the Northern Wilderness, a vast and endless prairie.
Traveling through this region, the earth and sky are boundless, rarely touched by human presence.
At this moment, on a vast prairie, a Black Bull is leisurely pacing, while on its broad back lies a scholarly young man, hands behind his head, a scroll of book covering his face.
"Sir, we are about to reach our tribe," a crisp voice rings out beside him.
The scholar extends a hand to move the scroll, tilting his head to glance sideways, spotting a woman dressed in prairie attire, her black hair woven into colorful long braids, with intricate silver ornaments crossing her hair bun, producing chime-like sounds in the wind, the red bead adorning her forehead like a gemstone, making her shine brilliantly.
Her eyes are bright and spirited, and a sword is slung on her back.
The scholar sits up on the bull's back, gazing in the distance where smoke rises, indicating homes.
