Mo Hua and the other three concealed their auras and approached the Oasis. From several li away, they looked over and saw that beneath the cover of night, the Oasis was brilliantly lit, a scene of splendor—like an epiphyllum blooming in the desert amid the Famine Disaster. All of them were astonished.
They did not rashly enter, instead observing from afar for a while.
Within the Oasis stood all manner of tents and palaces built from sand and stone.
Many Barbarian Cultivators moved through them. They came in all sorts, dressed differently, with different Totems and Monster Patterns carved into their skin. They were likely from different tribes.
This was clearly a desert camp for survivors beneath the Famine Disaster.
Moreover, those who could enter the camp seemed to be people of no ordinary status. At the very least, they were prominent figures within their respective tribes.
Inside the Oasis, wine cups clinked in some rooms, jade-like bodies lay strewn about, and laughter and flirtatious whispers never ceased.
Outside, the Famine Disaster ran rampant, corpses floating across the wilderness. Yet here, people drowned themselves in drink and dreams. There was something deeply absurd about it.
At this moment, the great gates outside the Oasis were tightly shut.
A number of people had gathered outside them as well.
Travel-worn and dusty, they did not know where these people had fled from. On the brink of despair, when they saw this Oasis in the desert, it was like seeing fireflies in the black of night. They all crowded around, hoping to enter the Oasis and seek refuge.
But at night, the Oasis gates did not open.
These refugees could only gather outside the gates, waiting with anxious, worried faces.
After some thought, Mo Hua had Danzhu and Lugu keep a low profile