He took a sip, the rich aroma of milk mixed with the fresh scent of herbs spread in his mouth, and he looked up at Qi Meizhen: "Thank you, Meizhen, with your care, it's worth the exhaustion."
These words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, bringing tears of joy to Qi Meizhen's eyes, but her smile bloomed even brighter than the Gesang flowers of the prairie. Outside the window, the wind seemed especially gentle, softly sweeping through everyone's hearts.
The summer night on the prairie was adorned with countless stars, and the candle flames flickered inside the Wulang City Royal Palace.
Shi Feiyang gently stroked the mysterious deerskin bag at his waist, the faint glow inside reflecting on his furrowed brow.
The safety of hundreds of thousands of Heroic Sakura Association disciples rested solely on his shoulders, allowing no room for negligence.
Amid the warmth with the ladies, Shi Feiyang continuously pondered on the development plans for the Naiman Tribe.
