The Border Pass at Siqi was upon them before they knew it.
Not entirely unexpected yet somehow still anticipated, the checkpoint was manned by soldiers, apparently to prevent spies from infiltrating.
The entire Border Pass fortress was incredibly strict, with scarcely a smile on the faces of those entering.
However, under the influence of silver, both groups passed through the checkpoint smoothly.
Upon leaving the land of Siqi, with its many rivers and lakes, the surroundings became desolate, and the trees began to thin due to the erosion of the Gobi.
By the tenth night, not a single tree could be seen in any direction.
The further they traveled inward, the more desolate it became; Li Huowang had already guessed that this might be the true nature of Huo Shu.
"Huff~" Zhao Wu, on night watch, exhaled a breath of white air.
He rubbed his numb, cold hands together and breathed on them continuously to warm them up.
