"Jiuxia..."
Shao Liangxi gazed at the faintly dim light above her head, and everything around her began to fade away, leaving only one thing; it grew more and more intense, like a blazing sun high in the sky.
A gentle breeze came by, and the sound of rustling arose all around. Amidst the swaying reeds, one could see a golden river flowing past lowly villages, with someone standing under the eaves of a house, humming a tune. The melody was so familiar, it brought a sense of peace.
"It's a very beautiful place, different from these pervasive industrial machines. There, everywhere you see is lush green, and people don't bother with Gods or anything like that. It's the ancestors' protection we value, completely different from Ingwig's country..."
Shao Liangxi reminisced, searching through her blurry memories for stories to tell, but upon careful thought, there wasn't much to share.
"The most beautiful scenery was from my childhood."
