Yellow sand swirled, the long winds howled.
Liang Qu heard someone calling, and was momentarily stunned. How could anyone recognize him in the Great Desert?
Without efficient means of visual information transmission, without life-like portraits, perhaps there wasn't a soul in the world who didn't know his name, but to recognize him at a glance was absolutely impossible!
Could it be someone familiar?
He raised his hand and wiped, the water mist expanded.
A thin layer of water film appeared, blocking the vast yellow sand, like wiping a layer of pigment off glasses, revealing complete clarity, transparency inside and out.
On the sand dune, the approaching person's vision cleared, and he became very excited, gesticulating wildly: "It truly is you, Marquis Xingyi, to ride the Dragon through the skies is rarely seen in the world, and with such power, I said it must be you!"
Liang Qu found the person familiar, thought for a moment, and suddenly realized.
"It's you? Is this Loulan?"
