The sky was dim, and a hazy curtain of rain hung in the air.
An old man dressed in a traditional cloth jacket and simple, old-fashioned clothes was slowly making his way toward the oasis.
Jiang Qiao could see clearly that although the man was strolling through the rain, the raindrops vanished without a trace the moment they landed on him. His clothes remained dry and spotless, without the slightest trace of moisture.
He subconsciously glanced at the three miserable unlucky souls across from him. The contrast between them was striking—almost dazzling.
The newcomer seemed to be in an excellent mood. He walked leisurely through the rain, occasionally stopping to raise his head and gaze into the distance, as though admiring the scenery of the desert.
What scenery?
Forget the pitch-black sky and torrential rain. Even in broad daylight, there was nothing worth seeing in this place of endless yellow sand.
At first, one might find the exotic scenery somewhat novel, but after a while, it became unbearably dull.
A place that never changed would eventually cause aesthetic fatigue.
The old man walked on and stopped from time to time, his gaze shifting around. He first spotted the three people and three horses taking shelter from the rain, but his expression did not change. Only when he saw Jiang Qiao lying in the chair did he pause slightly.
Then he walked straight over.
"Young man, you certainly know how to relax. Even this torrential rain can't dampen your spirits in the slightest."
The distance was several hundred meters, yet it could not stop his voice from reaching Jiang Qiao's ears with perfect clarity.
Before the words had even faded,
the old man had already appeared several meters in front of him.
"You're overthinking it, old man. I have no interest