It was still the grassland.
His golden mane fluttered in the morning wind as he ran in a familiar direction.
The weather was hot.
There was no sun, but the dry air was stuffy and hot. Even breathing was uncomfortable.
The grassland was already withered and the bushes were dispirited.
The once moist ground was covered in cracks.
It seemed to be the dry season here.
A black mass of water buffaloes suddenly appeared in front of him. Water buffaloes were listless and walked over with heavy steps.
They were still tall and strong, but they no longer had their former aura and temper.
When Chu Xiaoye and Catherine appeared in their vision, they only looked at them and continued forward.
There was no anger, no collision, and no change in emotions, as if they were a group of walking corpses.
Chu Xiaoye stopped running and stood at the side with Catherine. He quietly watched as they walked over lifelessly.