The autumn wind carried the unique fragrance of the grassland, gently brushing against Shi Feiyang's face.
He rode a pure white steed, its mane freely flying in the wind, like a Banished Immortal arriving on the breeze.
The sound of horse hooves was shattering, raising clouds of dust and sketching a faintly visible trail behind him, marking his encounter with this grassland.
From afar, the Lindan Tribe's camp appeared like a brilliant pearl embedded in the grassland.
The white Mongolian yurts were scattered in a picturesque manner, with smoke rising gracefully and blending with the sunset on the horizon.
Among this beauty, the most dazzling was the lively figure—Princess Gugela, adorned in splendid Mongolian attire, her long gown made of silk embroidered with exquisite patterns, with golden and silver threads sparkling charmingly in the sunlight.
