The jasmine flowers in Death Valley still bloom brightly, and that little river remains clear.
"Drink water and take a bath." Ming Guang brightened up as soon as he saw the river, bouncing excitedly toward it.
"Isn't he not just suffering from amnesia?" Tang Wanqian grabbed Dao Xuzi's arm, nodding towards Ming Guang.
"You already know, so why ask me?" Dao Xuzi shook off his arm and wandered around, thinking that since this place is called Death Valley, there must be some toxic things. If he could collect some, it wouldn't be a wasted trip.
On the other side, Gu Qingheng had already stopped Ming Guang before he reached the river.
