Black Horse galloped all the way across the Dragon Gate Desert.
Only after wandering the desert for days did Bai Yujun remember that she should travel by night and rest by day. With that arrangement, Black Horse ran even faster. Beneath the desert's full moon, a lone rider raced away in a cloud of dust, leaving behind a long trail of hoofprints that Yellow Sand swiftly buried. Their speed was no slower than a Golden Core Cultivator flying on a sword.
Hooves clattered as they climbed a towering dune.
Black Horse reared up and neighed. Bai Yujun gripped the reins tightly and looked ahead. Before her lay the legendary Ghost City.
In truth, Ghost City was merely travelers' impression of the landscape. It was nothing more than a wind-eroded landform shaped by the dry climate and fierce winds. The rocks of the mountains had been carved by wind and sand into all manner of strange forms. Great winds howled here year-round, and as the currents swept through the unique terrain, they produced all kinds of bizarre whistling sounds. Travelers had thus named it Ghost City.
"It kind of looks like malt candy..."
The gluttonous flood dragon loved associating everything she saw with food. It really did look a little like twisted malt candy.
With a flick of the reins, Black Horse leaped down from the hill and charged toward Ghost City. Bai Yujun controlled the reins, choosing only the windier ravines to plunge into. She did not spare even a glance for places with weak winds or no wind at all.
Wind in a valley meant the gale could pass through unhindered and it was not a dead end. Places with little or no wind might trap them.
Yellow Sand paths wound between the bizarre rock formations and mountains. A