C184 Transformed into a Cowherd

Nangong Fan paused at the edge of a village, where smoke curled up into the overcast sky. A fence with sharp spikes surrounded the simple dwellings. The road was rough and uneven, and the distant roars of demonic beasts occasionally pierced the air, unsettling to anyone who heard them. The sky was a hazy gray, obscuring the clouds above.

He stood tall at the village entrance