Tap tap tap.
Behind the small deer, two long streamers swayed in the air, leaving behind rings of ripples in the void they crossed, with the illusory shadows of flowers and grass faintly visible beside the ripples.
On the vast expanse of black land below, Yaya, draped in black rocks, ran with heavy footsteps that made a dull sound.
"Ying~"
Qiuqiu flew onto Shao Zifeng's shoulder, looking at him with a puzzled face.
Shao Zifeng didn't speak, gazing at the distant ruins. It had been almost 20 minutes since they set out, and yet the ruins in the distance still seemed as unattainable as ever, only looking a bit larger than before, giving him the illusion of watching a mountain while running a dead horse.
"Stop!"
Upon hearing Shao Zifeng's voice, Yaya abruptly halted, digging its claws into the black soil, sliding forward a distance due to inertia before barely stopping, the black soil rising up like waves.
He patted Yaya's hard rock armor; it slowly lay down on the ground.
