After that day, the caravan moved slowly forward and soon arrived at a wide canyon engulfed by black winds.
From a distance, the white canyon looked like a knife slit between two mountain peaks, its entrance continuously absorbing a large quantity of black thread-like air currents from all directions.
The caravan stopped slowly at the edge of the canyon, avoiding the wind, and found a recess in the bare mountainside to hide in.
Oval, flat tents that had been prepared earlier were set up, clinging to the ground, their smooth surfaces glowing white, like little mushrooms growing in the recess.
Ma Yuan and several team leaders directed everyone to position their tents, forming an even larger, complex formation that seemed to serve a special function.
The white ox carts were parked at the edge of the recess, lined up to block the wild winds outside.
