"Hmm, hmm, hmm!"
Sitting on Niu Ba's back, Cheng Yu was in a rather good mood. After three years of traveling roads like those in the Haiyou Mountains, anyone would feel different upon returning to an ordinary highway.
Although Niu Ba had done the heavy lifting while he and Shen Qian rode on his back, mountain roads were still mountain roads. Most of their route had been steep, and Niu Ba had walked rather than flown, so there had still been plenty of jolting. Cheng Yu was also currently posing as Yunyangzi.
As an utterly unremarkable ordinary man with no cultivation, Cheng Yu had nearly gotten bullsick several times on those bumpy mountain roads.
So the old saying was right: comparisons hurt. Only after living through hard times did one realize how precious those ordinary days had been.
That was exactly how Cheng Yu felt now.
Niu Ba was good-natured by nature. Hearing Cheng Yu humming an unfamiliar tune, he happily hummed along.
Although Beiyou Prefecture had already become part of the Eastern Continent, little time had passed, and most places were still wastelands, just as they had been in the Northern Continent.
Fortunately, the wastelands were different now that they belonged to the Eastern Continent. Back in the Northern Continent, they had been true frozen wastelands, their soil covered year-round in hard frost, with almost no vegetation.
But strictly speaking, the wasteland Cheng Yu saw now should have been called grassland.
The grass was neither tall nor thick, but at least it existed. Every so often, he could even spot small animals and insects.
Tired of lying on his back, Cheng Yu rolled onto his stomach on Niu Ba's back. Looking at the road stretching endlessly ahead, his good mood immediately wilted.
Propping his head in his hands, Cheng