The boundless Taklamago Desert was as silent as a slumbering Giant Beast.
The sun hung in the sky like a fierce fireball, scattering heat waves and searing heat in all directions, its glaring light as jealous as the gaze of a cuckolded wife, confronting which would only bring a violent, scalding onslaught.
Such was the Taklamago Desert: when the wind blew, the space between heaven and earth filled with the howling sound of the Desert, and when it was still, the silence was akin to the primordial chaos of ancient times. The gentle and the ferocious coexisted harmoniously in this ancient world, much like the complexities of human nature.
In the midst of this endless sea of sand, countless camel leather tents spanned over ten miles, with camels obediently lying on the ground, encircling the tents.
In the encampment, columns of cooking smoke rose straight into the sky as if they were pillars supporting the heavens.
