A breeze carrying heat like that of a furnace blew by with a small gustnado of sand but Ji Yao who was lying on the ground didn't feel anything. He was sleeping like the dead. If it weren't for his chest that was rising and falling rhythmically one would have thought he was a corpse.
He lay on a dune surrounded by a vast sea of sand and no greenery in sight. The funny thing was that the place was so bright like it was close to the sun but in actuality, there was no sun in sight. There were no clouds or anything just a blue sky stretching over the horizon.
At a distance, there was a heat haze in the desert horizon and from within the haze emerged a distorted figure of a man. The man was dressed in a crimson robe embroidered with golden Qilins down to the hem.
