Perhaps the further they walked, the greater the resistance they encountered, and the people who had been following Tang Rao's footprints began to hesitate.
"Brother Zhang San, did we take the wrong path?"
This group wasn't from the Emperor Sect, but another sect, the Tubo Sect.
Luckily, Tang Rao wasn't around, or he would have laughed his head off upon hearing the name.
"What nonsense! It's so hot here, there's bound to be a fortuitous encounter ahead. Let's hold on a bit longer, and we'll gain one ourselves."
The person called Brother Zhang San was persistent.
But the hair on their bodies had been singed off, their eyelashes gone, and even their beards.
If they continued walking, all their hair would be gone.
...
After another couple of miles, Zhang San and his group couldn't move another step forward, the sweat on their bodies sizzling, clothes becoming brittle and ready to catch fire at any moment.
"Maybe we did take the wrong path; this place is truly strange."
