The grassland was vast and boundless.
A blue flag was planted in the middle of the closely pitched yurts. It fluttered in the wind with big letters "YUN" written on it.
Plumes of smoke curled out of chimneys. The sound of people and horses could be heard. In such an environment, one would feel peace and calm instead of annoyed because everything was natural and harmonious.
Mu Qianmei went out of the yurt, rambled to an open place, and sat down to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the grassland.
It had been more than three years since she last came to this grassland.
How was the Qiyan Clan now?
Had the injured Jiri Gele recovered?
Where would Aunt Tana lead her clan?
After the event, Mu Qianmei asked Beggar g**g to investigate the Nantang Kingdom and collect information about this coun
