Han Li walked along a Qing Stone path, appreciating the surrounding scenery, appearing leisurely and carefree.
At first glance, there were few people around, but when one looked up, they could spot some people flying back and forth in the sky. The Flying Spirit Tribe people were accustomed to such high maneuvering, and the small paths on the ground were mostly decorative in nature.
However, when Han Li thought of the strong strength of the Flying Spirit Tribe gathered here, he couldn't help but secretly sigh.
