Mu Xingye looked at the map in his hand, his brows tightly knit.
This place was already in the desert area, with sand and stones flying along the way. The few people's faces had long turned to a shade of yellow earth, scorched by the sun during the day and shivering with cold at night.
Everyone's lips were cracked.
"Young Master Mu, water."
Mu Xingye took the canteen, drinking a small sip to moisten his throat.
"Young Master Mu, the area we can lock down is roughly three hundred miles in circumference. The terrain here is so unique, at the junction of three countries, and there are some armed mercenaries appearing. We must be extra cautious."
Mu Xingye closed the map. He could already confirm that his uncle must have been brought to a place like this.
Suddenly, a wave of sandy wind was kicked up ahead; it didn't seem like it was caused by the wind.
Then there was a noise, which for the moment, one couldn't discern what kind of sound it was.
