"Wake up, wake up, kid!"
Peng Da groaned and reluctantly opened his eyes, only to see a bearded uncle slapping his face with a rough palm.
Peng Da was dazed for a moment before recognizing the man before his eyes.
"Uncle Mo Li," he cried. "Wasn't I asleep on the camel's back?"
Peng Da looked around and was dumbfounded once again.
Sand grains stretched all around them. There was no trace of the caravan; only he and Mo Li remained, both in a sorry state.
"It hurts." Peng Da groaned as he discovered that his body was covered in wounds.
Uncle Mo Li looked at Peng Da and sighed. "Kid, I really don't know what to say about you. Your life is truly tough! Many Gu Masters fled for their lives and still died. Yet you survived while asleep. But if I hadn't discovered your faint aura in time and dug you out, you probably would have been buried alive too."
"Uncle Mo Li, you saved me again." Peng Da grasped Mo Li's hands, overwhelmed with gratitude. "But what exactly happened?"
"This was a natural disaster. Even I had never seen one before." Uncle Mo Li let out a heavy sigh.
"Then... where is our caravan?"
"Alas, only the two of us are left now."
What?! Peng Da could not help widening his eyes, screaming inwardly, Fuck! Why is this world so dangerous? There's a natural disaster at the drop of a hat! I only took a nap and nearly died again! My god, what kind of world did I come to? It simply doesn't treat people as people at all. The living environment is far too harsh!
"At least we're alive." Mo Li knocked Peng Da on the head. "Looking at you, kid, you're still dissatisfied? Surviving a natural