The night passed without incident. As he followed the caravan, Zhang Nian chose not to ride in the carriage. For one thing, it was too bumpy and uncomfortable; for another, he didn't want to trouble Big Brother Han Lian too much. After all, he wasn't one of their people. If he used his strength to insist on special treatment, it would feel wrong. Of course, the main reason was still that the carriage was really bumpy, and he didn't like the feeling.
According to Han Lian, this caravan belonged to the Han Family's guards from Tianbei City. Judging by the goods on the wagons behind them, they were currently on an escort mission. The strongest person in the whole group was the young woman in the most elegant carriage, whose strength was around Two-Star Dou Wang. The strongest among the guards were the few Peak Dou Lings led by Han Lian. With Zhang Nian's current strength, he could get a rough sense of everyone's cultivation with just a thought.
Night gradually fell over the entire desert. High above the distant horizon, the moon hung like a silver platter, spilling its faint, chilly light over everything. In this barren desert, there was hardly any sign of life besides this group of travelers. They hadn't even seen a single magical beast.
Yet atop a sand dune, a scene of unusual warmth unfolded, lit by firelight and filled with the clamor of voices. The sound carried across the desert, adding a touch of color to the vast sands and dispelling some of their silence and chill.
On the hard ground atop the hill, several bonfires blazed, their flames soaring into the sky. Their light illuminated the whole camp. Shadows shifted around the fires; on closer inspection, quite a crowd had gathered there. They