Drifting aimlessly, three months went by.
The paper boat finally reached a desolate place. As far as the eye could see, there was only a boundless expanse of gray and white.
Below, common folk were sparse and scattered; even Demon Beasts were a rare sight.
"This is a salt flat."
Yuan Chu spoke up. "We're almost there."
Sure enough, after traveling less than half a day deeper into the salt flat, the paper boats began to stop one after another.
Shang Wunian, with a flick of his red robes, leaped from his paper boat. He and several other elders began to survey the area.
They were from the Jinyu lineage, and this sort of exploratory work was their specialty.
After so many days on the boats, everyone disembarked. Stepping onto solid ground, they all felt a great sense of relief.
As they walked, the coarse salt underfoot crunched with a constant CRACKLE.
Leaning on Gong Gui for support, Xiong Xin met up with Bai Mo.
The moment they met, Bai Mo noticed something was different.
