Bab 685: 363 Don't come over here! (4100)_1

Two P.M., Baichuan City, a plain on the eastern outskirts.

Lifting your eyes, the distant mountain contours roll beneath the azure sky. Closer by, a green forest stretches before your eyes.

At the edge of the woods is a shimmering lake, not very large, but its water is clear and beautiful. Abundant water plants sway, fish and shrimp swim around, and white birds circle above. If you look down from the sky, the lake looks like a tear-shaped gem.

Half of its area is enclosed within the forest, while the other half is nestled in the green prairie. The terrain of this plain is flat without much undulation, even to the naked eye one can vaguely see several kilometers away. Occasionally, cattle and sheep can be seen grazing on this small prairie, gnawing on fresh and juicy leaves.

In the middle of the plain, a motionless black dot can be seen. As the view zooms in, it is revealed to be a man sitting with his legs crossed.