No War in Liang Zhu City

It was a rainy day. On the broad plain area in the south of Liang Zhu City, the grasses had already reached the height of human waists. The boundless, shiny green grassland was decorated with different sized mushrooms and wildflowers, blooming thrivingly. Within the light of sight, differently colored flowers were everywhere. Marmots and other small creatures had been popping out from the grass. Habits took family as a unit and leaped out of their nests. These scrawny creatures crazily wolfed the grass to replenish the energy they had burned in the past few years.

In the meanwhile, skinny wolves wandered through the grass, as silent as ghosts. Occasionally, shrill screams could be heard as poor small creatures were caught by them. A faint blood scent spread in the air. Occasionally, the wolves would give echoing howls of satisfaction.