The cold wind howled, blowing fiercely.
Windblown sand swept across the sky.
A thick layer of yellow sand coated the dozen or so people making their way forward. In this late-autumn season, the sand-laden wind was especially bitter, cutting across exposed skin like knives and leaving a fiery sting.
White Horse Village's lair was in a nearby county close to Mohai City.
Three hundred years ago, the arid climate here had created vast stretches of yellow, sandy land, and the wind often whipped up great clouds of sand.
As far as the eye could see, the occasional bare tree stood amid the landscape. Crows cawed on their withered trunks, inevitably stirring a sense of desolation.
"Pah! Is this any place for people to live?"
Meng Shenzhou spat the yellow sand out of his mouth. The bitter taste made his thick eyebrows knit tightly together.
"The weather here is about as harsh as it is in the northwest, with plenty of wind and sand. Luckily, unlike over there, your spit won't freeze into ice." The speaker was the "guide" the Black Dragon Chamber of Commerce had assigned to Lin Shuguang's group. His real name was unknown; when introducing himself, he had cheerfully told them to call him Old Hat.
"Old Hat, this place isn't that far from the Demon Capital. Surely the climate shouldn't be this bad?" another student asked in confusion.
Old Hat smiled. "People here jokingly call it a historical legacy. Three hundred years ago, during the Spiritual Energy Resurgence, this was the cultivation ground of a powerful fire-attribute figure. When that person later passed on, the climate for hundreds of miles around changed as well. Quite a spectacle."
"I read about that in an unofficial history once. I never thought it was actually true. Back then, I thought