Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
China's Northwest…
A herd of sheep was moving slowly up a slope. Their white fur resembled the clouds floating in the sky, like reflections of the clouds.
A shepherd sat on a boulder, away from the sunlight. He was munching something, and seemed to be enjoying it. He was not in a rush to tend the sheep. He just let the sheep move on their own, as if he was not worried that they would stray away, or be eaten by the wolves in the wild.
He was about to take a nap when he suddenly sensed something behind him.
He turned around and saw a drawing appearing on the loose ground behind the boulder. The drawing formed a line of unknown characters.
The Shepherd smiled when he saw the magical characters. "You finally remembered me."
Ah. Well, we know what's coming next. When you want to draw out your heroic prey...