Tens of thousands of tents are connected together, forming a city.
If unoccupied, it's just a vast emptiness, only showing traces of lines that mark the position of the tents, resembling scars born from burning, without order, without signs. Unless they are locals, outsiders would find it hard to recognize.
At this time, the grass on the prairie is exceptionally lush. Most of the herdsmen have long taken their cattle and sheep along with their tents and wander across the prairie. It's only when significant events occur or the weather turns cold that they return, to engage in grand transactions, preparing for the long winter ahead.
The seventeen-year-old boy from Cheshi, Qi Ou, couldn't help but click his tongue, gazing back and forth at the scenery here.
