Three hours later, Zhang Fan felt as though he had been thrown onto a fire to roast.
Hot, extremely hot.
The long robe, trousers, and mask made the temperature unbearable.
Even the breeze was a wave of heat.
With over 50KG of weight on him, Zhang Fan instantly realized how difficult the two-month journey ahead would be.
"Drink some water!"
Zhang Dongyang stopped, opened his water bottle, took a small sip, and handed it to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan really wanted to take out an ice cube to cool down, but the thought of it being a harsh discipline instantly dismissed the idea.
After drinking, Zhang Fan and Zhang Dongyang continued on their way.
At this time, Varidas and his group had also spotted Zhang Fan and his companion.
"Boss, what do you think they're doing? Trekking across the Gobi on foot? Isn't that like seeking death?" a blond foreigner asked in restrained Mandarin.
