Western Desert.
Xin Zhao spat twice and wiped his face. The sand had already flown into his mouth.
He had been waiting for his master's return with his junior brothers.
He was thirsty and sun-drenched here, especially with the huge difference in temperature between morning and evening. He was extremely hot during the day and extremely cold at night.
"Senior Brother, will Master be fine? It had been so many days, why was Master still not back?"
"Senior Brother, we only have food and water. We don't have much left. We can't hold on for too long."
They usually ate and drank very little to preserve their strength.
Xin Zhao's expression was grave. He walked outside and looked into the distance.
However, he did not see anything.
Helpless, he returned to the temporary room.
At least it could block the wind and sand.
At this moment, he did not want to say a word.
Saying another sentence was tiring.
