The windborne sand, like a divine hand in painting, carved countless patterns over the vast desert, drawing ridges that mimicked the crescent moon, while the windward slopes were gentle and sun-facing, and the leeward sides were especially steep, casting densely packed shadows in corners untouched by sunlight.
In the shadow of a leeward dune, a black light flickered slightly, followed abruptly by the appearance of three figures.
"We've arrived!"
After taking a careful look around, Lu Ziye, with an eager smile on his face, gazed toward an ancient city shining with silvery brilliance under the light not far away.
Next to him, Lin Su and Yan Susen wore equally expectant expressions.
They had left Holy Light City, and it had been three days.
The actions of Lin Su and his companions in Holy Light City had, unsurprisingly, spread throughout the entire western elite battleground.
