Border.
Yellow sand filled the sky, the scorching sun hung overhead.
"Hooooy—"
"How much longer do we have to stay here?"
Even for martial artists.
Being in such an environment is quite unbearable.
The young man tugged at his collar.
The sweltering airflow brushed against his cheeks, causing his features to contort.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down.
Feeling unbearable thirst, he directly took out the kettle from his waist and poured water into his mouth.
In the bushes by his side, there were several other people squatting.
Every one of them was tall and seemingly powerful, unlike ordinary people.
They were part of the investigation team from the nearby city's Martial Arts Association Branch.
After receiving Li Wuji's order, they quickly arrived here to observe the situation.
The team leader, the Branch President of this location, was an old man with white beard and wrinkled skin, like a ravine crisscrossed.
However,
