On the desolate desert road, the wind and sand churned continuously, the sound swirling in the sky, finally carrying a thread of sand, flying off into the distance.
At the end of the road, some black spots gradually appeared. After a while, the black spots approached, revealing a caravan, surrounded by thirty or forty guards with stern faces, protecting it closely. Vigilant gazes swept around constantly, their hands tightly gripping the weapons behind them.
Nearby, the caravan was already approaching the edge of the Ancient Land, so occasionally one or two figures could be seen. However, they were sparse, disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving only the sound of hooves and occasional eagle cries from the sky on the entire road.
Currently, it's been five or six days since Ye Xuan joined the caravan, and during this time, Ye Xuan has somewhat recovered from his injuries, able to exert about fifty percent of his strength.
