The next afternoon, a fine drizzle of rain drifted over Feilengcui, creating wisps of mist in the moving air as if smoke or fog.
The Feilengcui Lord, with his robust upper body bare, stood on the city's top of Red Earth Highland with his head held high. He let the rain wash over his fierce muscles and wild chest hair, while Guoguo stood naked beside Richard's feet, and next to her, a drenched parrot with wet feathers huddled its wings.
At this moment, the air, freshened by the rain, was exceptionally crisp. The Sanggan River made sounds like plucking strings, distant green mountains were like dark ink, and the vibrant wilderness burst into wildflowers as bright as stars in a glittering galaxy; small but exquisitely beautiful, they set hearts racing.
