A vast wilderness unfolded before Zhang Yuan.
He took out the map from his chest and looked at it again, comparing both with the position of the sun in the sky to ensure he was on the right path.
As long as he crossed this wilderness, he would reach Xia Ruins.
This was the final stretch.
He lightly patted the neck of his horse, squeezed his legs tightly around the horse's belly, and shouted, "Giddy up!"
The black steed immediately galloped forward.
Though there were no clear paths across the wilderness, the terrain was very flat, allowing him to move at a brisk pace.
All Zhang Yuan had to do was control the direction.
The strong wind, mixed with the scent of soil and grass, hit his face, making him feel a great sense of satisfaction.
Like a fish in the ocean, an eagle soaring high in the sky, he felt a carefree pleasure.
Unfortunately, good times didn't last.
Around noon, thick clouds covered the sky, followed by rain.
