The journey was lonely, and there was no one in the wilderness.
Desolate northern winds whistled and blew, causing withered trees to sway in the violent wind.
The violent wind swept up the wind and sand, and its strength was great. It was like sharp steel nails striking against one's skin, causing one's entire body to feel pain, and even opening one's eyes was somewhat difficult.
Amidst the violent winds, 2 figures—1 young and 1 old—were speeding through the sandstorm. Their clothes were stained with dirt, and it was obvious that they had been running for a very long time.
Ou Yangming laughed and said, "Senior He, we've arrived at the ancient city. I didn't expect to spend so much time on this trip."
