The land of drought seemed to have no end no matter where one went.
The sun beat down fiercely overhead, scorching the earth, twisting the land with its heat.
On the open plain, several figures could be seen slowly approaching from a point almost at the horizon.
The one at the lead walked with the power of a dragon and the stride of a tiger, as if the harsh environment had nothing to do with him.
"Senior brother, senior brother... let's rest for a bit,"
Behind him, Zhang Fei Xuan was already panting. Even though he was an Earthly Immortal, he felt heavily burdened at the moment, every step taken was with effort, and the fan that he swayed had grown heavy, no longer fluttering with grace.
Especially with this sun, scorching like poison. If they didn't rest for a while, he would not be able to bear it much longer.
It was not only him; Wang Qizheng and Gao Sishu were also pale lipped. Despite drinking much water, setting foot on this land still left them feeling parched.
