Duomaiti still remembered the scene when he saw Xiye Ancient City as vividly as if it had happened yesterday. He could never forget it.
At that time, the entire team had followed him, struggling onward through a sandstorm.
Normally, when encountering a sandstorm, they should have hidden behind sand dunes or found a sheltered spot to wait it out. Only after the sandstorm ended should they have continued with anything else.
But they had been traveling when the sandstorm struck. The weather had been perfectly fine, but like a child's face, it changed without warning. The sun had been shining brightly overhead.
In less than the time it took to burn a stick of incense, the temperature had plummeted, and the wind had begun to rise.
As someone who had lived in the desert for many years, Duomaiti naturally knew what such a change in weather meant, and he immediately wanted to find somewhere to take shelter.
Unfortunately, there was nowhere suitable nearby. Even hiding behind a sand dune would not have been a wise choice.
Therefore, he could only find the leader and tell him that he knew of a place ideal for sheltering from sandstorms. It was about two hours away from their current location. As long as they reached it, they would be able to weather the sandstorm safely.
The leader naturally agreed and had him lead the way.
As a native of the desert who had worked as a desert guide for decades, every part of the sea of sand was practically etched into his mind. Leading the way was no problem.
Unfortunately, he had misjudged this sandstorm. He had thought they could reach the shelter in two hours, and he had also estimated how far their group should be able to travel in the storm.