The Biancang Autonomous Region is vast, with only a few cities and towns.
Along the way, they encountered many nomadic herders but didn't really pass through many towns.
White clouds, blue skies, green grass, vast flocks of sheep, distant snowy mountains...
The scenery along the way was indeed beautiful, the air very fresh, which lifted the spirits of Song Yun and his companion.
After three hours of driving, under Dongfang Yun's guidance, Song Yun headed towards a remote road.
There was no paved road here, but the ground showed the marks of wheels.
Judging by the looks of it, people frequently traveled this way.
However, as they ventured deeper, the road became rugged, and ordinary cars likely wouldn't make it through.
But from the tracks on the ground, someone had definitely continued ahead.
Song Yun drove along the grassland below, and after going around a mountain, a large freshwater lake appeared before his eyes.
The lake surface was sparkling, surrounded by mountains.
