Setting foot in the teleportation array, Bai Yang and Qing He vanished in a flash of light, appearing in an unfamiliar place.
Taking in their surroundings, Lan Xin breathed a sigh of relief. "We finally got out. That place really was Chu Tianya's escape route. Even he didn't know where it would send us, so there's no way our enemies can track us down."
Had they escaped? Perhaps.
Thinking to himself, Bai Yang looked to the left and said, "There's a village over there. Let's ask where we are."
Time in this world ran at about three years for every Yuan of time on Earth. It was still the dead of winter, though the snow and ice had begun to melt. The world stretched out in stark black and white.
The village Bai Yang had spotted was small, with only about fifty households. It sat beside a river dozens of meters wide, its surface dotted with floating ice. The people here must not have been well-off. You could tell from the straw roofing on most of the houses.
The thatch was a type of grass unique to this world. Its leaves were fine and slender, usually between one and two meters long. Once dried in the shade, they became soft and resilient, making them a popular roofing choice among the poor.
Dusk had already fallen, and cooking smoke rose above the village.
Bai Yang and Qing He followed a muddy path into the village, their shoes untouched by dust. Their clothes were clearly out of place amid the poverty here. A few villagers had spotted them, but only watched from a distance, too timid to approach.
Bai Yang didn't use Psychic Power to survey the surrounding mountains and terrain. Until he knew exactly where they were, doing so might risk