Far below, a river wound through the land, going through a village made up of lower-stage cultivators or even mortals.
The wind brushed gently across the cliff, carrying with it the fragrance of countless blossoms that bloomed in the area. Fields of radiant flowers spread like woven silk carpets, their colors blending seamlessly into the distance radiant mountains.
Davis sat upon a smooth slab of stone near the cliff's edge, one leg bent, the other lazily stretched forward as he looked at the wondrous scenery before him. A lovely village in the backdrop of rivers and mountains.
The weight of the world didn't seem to press down on her for him. There were no schemes, no enemies, no heavens watching his next step, but there were a few lookouts of Heaven's Warriors hidden around.
However, only the sound of wind, waterfalls, and soft laughter registered in his mind.
