Zang Xu hugged his knife and sat on the rooftop, staring blankly at the sky.
Hmm, it's not that he saw anything in the sky; he was just purely daydreaming.
After all, this was his first time traveling to the Central Plains with the group.
As a member of the God's young generation, born in Heavenly Mountain and selected by the Divine Sect to join the Protective Army, following the path of the Bright Dharma King's long sword, Zang Xu, who grew up on the battlefield camps of the Western Regions, knew about the Central Plains only from textbooks and stories passed down by the old generation. Only by seeing it with his own eyes did he realize that the sky of the Central Plains is very different from that of Heavenly Mountain.
Hmm, it's not an illusion. He has carefully observed from the top of the car these days.
