The desert scenery is indeed magnificent, but seeing too much of it can inevitably lead to fatigue.
By midday, the temperature finally rose noticeably, no longer as cold as the frigid night.
The convoy came to a safe place to stop for a brief rest.
Mamati and three others got out to check the vehicle conditions, while Qi Yun stood nearby to light a cigarette.
At this moment, Liu Meng came over with two boxes of self-heating meals, handed one to him, glanced around, and then asked in a low voice, "What are we doing on this trip?"
Qi Yun took the meal box and replied, "We're here to find a caravan that was buried by the sands many years ago. They were carrying something very valuable."
He naturally trusted Liu Meng, so he didn't conceal anything.
Upon hearing this, Liu Meng raised his eyebrows, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes, "Treasure hunting, huh? Similar to the movies?"
Qi Yun smiled slightly, "More or less."
