The morning sun rose gently.
Sitting cross-legged on the sandy ground, Luo Xiu slowly opened his eyes.
With the sunrise in the east as his guide, he determined the general direction of the oasis and set out, pot and hoe in hand, leaving a trail of footprints on the yellow sand.
The footprints had a beginning, but no end. Although they would soon be buried by the wind and sand, the traces of their existence—the path that had been trod—would remain forever.
「...」
He was now separated from Lin Xiyue and the other girls, but since everyone was heading in the same direction, the chances of running into each other were still high.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, two days had passed.
That morning, Luo Xiu walked out of the spatial entrance leading to the Land of Lawlessness, holding a pot of instant noodles just as he had the past two days. Eating while on the move was its own kind of carefree style.
