"Xiao Qingluo, the weather at noon is too hot and not suitable for traveling. Shall we take a rest and continue our journey after the siesta period?"
Luo Zhan, riding on a camel, came from behind and asked her with a grin.
"Whatever Brother Zhan decides is fine. I'll follow Brother Zhan's lead."
Lin Qingluo returned from her thoughts on the Profound Truth of Wind and gave Luo Zhan a sweet smile.
Although her hat concealed most of her face, Luo Zhan could still see her upturned lips and her joyful mood from the parts not covered.
"Alright."
Luo Zhan's eyes flashed, and he didn't press further. He raised his whip with his right hand and lightly flicked it in the air.
"Stop. Rest here."
Hearing the snap of the whip, the guard captain straightened up and roared. Dozens of camels came to a halt at the same time.
"I'm going to get sunburned; my skin is about to burst."
"I'm so thirsty; it feels like there's smoke in my throat."
