The elderly shepherd had no clue what to make of the young man before him.
He instinctively took two puffs of his earthy tobacco, guessing this could be a runaway groom.
Or maybe this person was actually a woman with masculine features, born with a large frame, appearing as a man but indeed a woman.
Then there was the lavish red outfit, clearly from a wealthy family.
But why would a bride from a wealthy family end up in the mountains? Most peculiar, truly peculiar.
While the shepherd was scrutinizing the young man in wedding attire, Xu Qing was observing the flock of sheep before him.
There were about a hundred sheep, half of them being lambs.
By the creek, the lambs were lining up to drink, but before any could get more than a sip, they were driven away by the robust, horse-sized goats.
After watching the flock for a while, Xu Qing turned his gaze to the shepherd.
