Above the clouds, a man and a woman were locked in a tight embrace.
The mountain wind brushed past them, stirring their hems and hair. It was quite a beautiful scene.
Zi Yan poked her head out from behind Qin Han, blinked her large eyes, watched for two seconds, then arched her smooth brows. "Last time, he and Sister Cai Lin were like this too..."
At those words, Nalan Yanran's already complicated expression turned even paler.
"Ahem!"
Qin Han pulled Zi Yan behind him and looked at Nalan Yanran. "Well... we'll be going first. Tell Xiao Yan later that we're making a trip to the Tagor Desert."
Ignoring Zi Yan's protests, he dragged her away at top speed.
Deep within the Tagor Desert.
This was an enormous fissure in the earth, as though someone had cleaved the ground with a blade. The crack stretched out from beneath their feet for several hundred zhang, with its widest point measuring twenty to thirty zhang across.
The rocks along the fissure's edge were an eerie charred black, their surfaces smooth as if they had been melted by extreme heat before cooling and solidifying. Under the blazing sun, they gleamed with a dim, sinister light.
Violent winds howled out of the fissure with piercing shrieks, sweeping yellow sand into the sky.
Qin Han stood at the fissure's edge, his robes snapping loudly in the wind, his hair nearly tearing free from its binding.
He narrowed his eyes and peered into the depths of the crack.
It was pitch-black below, impossible to tell how deep it went. Yet he could vaguely sense an incomparably violent energy surging at the bottom of the abyss.
"This is the place."
A sharp glint appeared in Qin Han's weary eyes.
Ever since entering the Great Tagor Desert, he and