Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Who Do You Think You Are to Stick Your Nose Into This? Qingqiu. Xiaoyao looked down from the cloud chariot. Winter was fast approaching, and by now the Great Wasteland’s Xiyan would surely be blanketed in snow, yet Qingqiu stretched out beneath her in a vibrant, endless expanse of green. The trees on the distant mountains stood tall and straight, their deep green leaves glistening in the sunlight. Lawns rolled away from the foot of the mountains like a surging ocean, rushing forward with roaring green waves; it was as if some mischievous child had cast a spell, sprinting wildly across the land, leaving green in the wake of every footprint. Even the tiny gaps untouched by the forward-rolling waves were turned a brilliant, vivid green by the child’s playful magic.