Pu Ban City was right over there, which was described by Si Wen Ming as the best place in the world, such that even milk and honey were flowing through the rivers.
Ji Hao was lying on the mountain side, looking at the flatland about a hundred miles away from him, which was filled with blooming flowers and faintly visible, magical light streams flowing in the air.
The fresh grass around him was tender and juicy, emitting a nice pleasant smell. The grassland was thickly dotted with different colored wild flowers. Those flowers seemed to be covering the entire mountain. Ji Hao strained his eyes to look into the distance, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the end of this flower grassland.