บท 312: Chapter 282 Aching Foot

At the foot of Bright Summit, the absolute territory of Ming Cult, about forty or fifty cavalrymen were now leisurely letting their horses graze on the sparse grass of this barren land.

In front of them was an extremely simple ring, just haphazardly encircled with broken stones.

At this moment, a valiant man around thirty, sat upon a tiger-skin chair with a thick iron spear lying nearby, exuding a sense of heft.

Beside him stood two foreign beauties of distinct appearances.

"Why waste so much time here? Is the Central Plains really that amusing? It's just an inferior land; I feel uncomfortable even breathing."

Bader looked at Tuli's indifferent demeanor, clearly agitated.

This woman's figure was tall and elegant. She wore a beige robe patterned with cloud motifs and a wide belt of alternating red and white, which made her slender waist seem even more delicate.