Habits were a powerful force; even Liu Chang'an obeyed them.
After becoming human, Liu Chang'an had transformed far less often. His recent transformations in Antarctica and South Mountain counted as unusually frequent accidents.
Especially the one on the South Mountain grasslands—it had been utterly unnecessary.
It was not that he discriminated against sheep. Rather, the changes in height, bodily organs, and senses after transforming required readjustment, bringing a brief sense of disorientation... In any case, he would not enjoy switching between human and sheep forms as tirelessly as Zhu Juntang did.
Take vision, for example. Liu Chang'an normally possessed adjustable vision, but Zhu Juntang did not. After turning into a sheep, her eyes changed from being parallel like a human's to positioned on opposite sides of her head. Yet that did not seem to inconvenience her at all. From all the things she had done while transformed that day, it was clear she had adapted very well, as though she had been born a sheep.
Liu Chang'an did not discriminate against sheep. In fact, he was quite fond of them.
Throughout many periods in history, shepherds had driven their flocks alone, following lush water and grass across the plains.
Sheep were a shepherd's property, but also his companions. On lonely grasslands where the scenery scarcely changed, the sheep accompanied him as he played and frolicked. He hugged them as he slept, using them to withstand the fierce wind and cold.
At such times, sheep meant much the same to a shepherd as cats did to people today. Stroking soft, fluffy little animals could bring a sense of peace and satisfaction, reducing the chances of depression or psychological distortion.
Liking sheep did not mean he was willing to become one, much less wear something called Immortal Sheep Armor... Zhu Juntang was