Hunger, thirst, confusion, anger - all these emotions were overwhelming Xiao. By now, he had stopped counting the days he had been walking. By the first month of walking, he had given up his desire to keep track of time. Time passed on in an illusionary path; he could no longer tell what was happening; everything looked surreal.
By now, most of his Qi was drained, his eyesight was blurry, and his body was dry. Just a touch would cause him to crumble. The fog around him seemed to be mocking him, making fun of his efforts. But even then, he didn't stop. Within his blurry eyes, there hid a humongous will that would not be shaken at all.
