C387 Beveled Mountain

Under the Diagonal Mountain, the sun was setting.

Meng Kang was wearing a tattered felt hat on his head as he walked hurriedly across the muddy fields.

He remembered the last time he came to this place. It was a lush and verdant land, filled with lush greenery. He did not expect that in just half a year, the land would have already become barren.

The fields were no longer green seedlings