From the high sky, Desolate Valley looks like a gourd-shaped canyon.
The sides of Desolate Valley are steep cliffs, with only one rugged path running north to south.
At this moment, atop the northernmost peak of Desolate Valley, a broad leather tent is set up.
Inside the tent, a thick Persian carpet spreads out, with gold and silver threads woven into intricate patterns.
A small table is set up inside the tent, with a goblet of fine red wine on it.
An elegant Caucasian man sits cross-legged before the table.
He wears a luxurious black overcoat, his handsome face not so young anymore, showing slight wrinkles.
A large diamond ring, with a ten-carat blue diamond, gleams on his finger, reflecting his deep eyes.
The Caucasian man gently picks up the goblet, takes a sip, and a look of pleasure and intoxication appears in his eyes.
A towering big man, over 1.9 meters tall, stands respectfully in front of him.
