Liu Ji wiped the sweat from his face, feeling like he was about to be dried out.
The high temperature from the ground burned through the soles, as if he was stepping on charcoal.
So, has he arrived at the Eighteen Layers of Hell?
Liu Ji instinctively followed the figure in front.
After only a few steps, he suddenly felt dizzy and fell uncontrollably to the ground.
Luckily, he was wearing a robe, or else his skin would have directly touched the sun-baked road surface, causing severe burns.
"Qin Yao—"
Uttering these two words was Liu Ji's last memory before fainting.
He thought, if the person ahead was his wife, she would definitely come back to save him.
If not, then it must be a nightmare.
Once he wakes from the dream, everything will be fine.
He hoped it was a dream.
Unfortunately, when Liu Ji woke up, that overwhelming heat was still present.
Only slightly better than before.
And he was lying in a square-shaped room.
