There was only yellow sand around, and not even a single weed. There were also no sounds—just dead silence.
Song Shuhang laughed bitterly, for he had never learned any desert-related survival skills before. At his current cultivation level, he could not survive without food, and he certainly did not bring any fasting pills with him today.
Could it be that this would officially mark the end of his life—August 3rd, 2019, Song Shuhang traveled to another world.
And then, died?
‘I certainly don’t want to die like that, I cannot give up… I got transported to this vast desert the moment I pushed the gate open. If Senior White and Doudou were at home, they would have realized that something was off, right?’ Song Shuhang rubbed his temple and calmly analyzed.
As a Seventh Stage Spiritual Venerable, if Senior White sensed any abnormality... surely he would come and save him, right?
