Seeing everyone begin to get busy, Zhou Ke sighed. He had never expected to encounter such a bizarre sandstorm in the desert. Especially those skeletons within the storm—it truly seemed as though someone was controlling them from behind the scenes.
He was also worried about what lay ahead. This search for Xiye Ancient City might bring many dangers, and perhaps many people might die.
After returning, he planned to discuss it with his family's granduncle—the three Xiantian Masters—and see whether they should send those Zhou Family descendants of lower strength back to the Family Residence instead of letting them continue to Xiye Ancient City.
That way, they could preserve some of the younger generation and prevent the Zhou Family's strength from suffering losses because of this.
After looking around, Zhou Ke also joined the search for supplies.
The sandstorm had swept away everything, but it had also left some things behind. It had even exposed objects that had been buried beneath the sand.
However, some of those things might have been useless clutter discarded by people long ago, with no use to them.
Of course, there were also some relatively old items. They were merely worth looking at; although they had some value, they were still of no practical use.
What they most wanted to find was cloth. Damaged or not, it could be used to block out the sun. Wrapped around their heads, it could reduce moisture loss. They also wanted containers for water, so that when they encountered an oasis or a water supply point along the way, they could carry some water with them.
In the end, they found two waterskins. One was damaged, perhaps because it was too old. Still, if they made do and tied it up with rope, it could hold some water. The