"Land of Evil Ways!"
Song Yin snorted coldly, waving his hand toward the dead bones. The earth beneath surged, and in this arid land, a small mound suddenly rose, forming a tomb for them.
Having done this, Song Yin then quickened his pace and continued forward.
It wasn't long before they saw a building in this parched land.
It was a simple red brick construction but was meticulously dressed. In this land of wind and drought, it appeared oddly clean, and there was a flag outside the inn marked with a single character: 'shop'.
It was just at dusk, with the setting sun casting its light, adding an eerie blood-red tinge to the red bricks and flag.
Upon seeing this place, Song Yin's fingers twitched, but after a moment of thought, he still approached the inn.
