Kneeling

It was noon and the sunlight was strong. The wind blew from the north, lifting everyone's hair.

Xu Qing stood on this unfamiliar land and turned his head to look at Fenghai County like Qing Qiu. After a long time, he retracted his gaze and calmly sized up his surroundings.

This was his instinct. When he went to any unfamiliar place, the first thing he would do was to familiarize himself with the environment.

The landscape stretched out before him, with the dark brown land covered in sand and gravel. The mountains in the distance rose and fell, but there was hardly any greenery to be seen. Occasionally, patches of half-melted white snow could be spotted.

Actually, there was nothing different about the world here. After all, the difference between the Holy Wave Race and the human race was very small in essence, other than the fact that their blood was mixed with the blood of Black Heaven.