Huo Shu, situated between Siqi and Qingqiu, appeared much more barren compared to the water- and lake-rich Siqi or the land with herds of cattle and sheep in Qingqiu.
Here, one could always see the uncanny rocks jutting into the sky and the cracked, dry Gobi ground beneath. There was some greenery, but not much, as most of it consisted of drought-resistant plants blending into the Gobi landscape.
Li Huowang had long grown accustomed to the scene before him. Ever since they killed that thing in the sky that could control the clouds and rain, they had left the seaside some time ago.
At this moment, both Li Huowang and the others had completely changed their appearance, dressing like displaced commoners fleeing from trouble. It was important to remember that Huo Shu still had the Dharma Sect at war within its borders, making any encounter potentially dangerous.
Even so, amidst the chaos of war, they still ran into endless troubles.
