C35 You're Just a Weakling in My Eyes

At noon, the sun was like a ball of fire hanging in the blue sky, mercilessly roasting the vast earth. A black Audi carried a cloud of dust as it sped across the fields, before stopping in front of a small village at the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a small village composed of five to six hundred people called the Qingfeng Village