The black rocks twisted and overlapped.
This was what volcanic magma looked like after it cooled.
Amidst the billowing heat, an acrid sulfur smell pervaded the area.
On the vast expanse of the black landscape, two people were traveling together.
One was a young girl, wearing a tattered apprentice's magic robe. The hood did not cover her head, revealing a delicate and pretty yet haggard face. What was most captivating were the girl's eyes, dazzling and clear like the finest purple crystals. At this moment, her eyes were filled with worry.
The other was an old man. His white and gray beard hung down to his chest and was filthy, like a rag that had been used for a long time without cleaning. He wore a pair of broken glasses on his nose bridge. He stumbled along with a thin frame and a face full of wrinkles that made the hardships he was suffering seem all the more profound.
The old and the young were none other than Cang Xu and Zi Di.
