Wuu, wuu!
A gale swept across the tundra, carrying away the vitality of billions upon billions of mosses.
This tundra, hundreds of li across, visibly withered and declined, as if the gale had sucked away its life force.
Three breaths later, Zhao Sheng suddenly closed his mouth, and his swollen belly returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
Focusing his gaze, he saw that this tundra suddenly seemed to come alive. Countless patches of moss blossomed with specks of green light, the green light joining into one sheet and actually forming a thin green membrane that kept the gale outside.
The next second, green light shot into the sky, gathered into a mass in an instant, and then transformed into a "little person" three feet tall, dressed in a green robe, with cyan hair and delicate features.
"Fellow Daoist, stop at once!" The cyan-haired little person swiftly flew up close, shouting again and again with an anxious expression.
Zhao Sheng put his right hand behind his back, fixed an appraising gaze on the cyan-haired little person, and asked flatly, "What divine being might you be?"
The cyan-haired little person's expression eased slightly, and he said with a wry smile, "To be honest with you, Fellow Daoist, this tundra is a part of this old man. By drawing away the tundra's vitality, Fellow Daoist was no different from cutting flesh and shaving bone from this old man."
Zhao Sheng's heart stirred at this, and he immediately said, "This poor Daoist was presumptuous just now. I hope Fellow Daoist will not take offense."
The cyan-haired little person landed on the ground, raised his head to look at Zhao Sheng, and his manner grew even warmer. "Fellow Daoist must have only just arrived in this heaven, so it is understandable that