The sky had not yet brightened.
A waning moon still hung in the night sky outside the window, its light streaming through the lattice and falling across the floor.
Xiao Xuan had just opened his eyes.
He sat up from the bed and stretched his neck.
The items in his Storage Ring were neatly arranged, and nothing he needed was missing.
After putting on his outer robe, he pushed open the door and walked out.
After leaving the courtyard,
he shot into the sky and flew toward the Tagor Desert.
Tagor Desert.
Snake-People Tribe territory.
He landed behind a sand dune and withdrew his Dou Qi.
The surroundings were silent.
His expression suddenly turned grave as Xiao Xuan swept his gaze over the area, making sure no Snake-People patrols were passing by.
With a shift of his feet, he moved like a gust of wind toward the direction indicated by the system.
He did not alert anyone along the way.
The Snake-People Tribe was still asleep, with only a few drowsy guards standing atop the watchtowers.
He passed through their blind spots at incredible speed, making almost no sound.
A few minutes later, an abandoned Temple appeared before him.
The Temple's walls were weathered and peeling, half its roof had collapsed, and several stone pillars stood crookedly in place.
Withered grass grew thickly at the entrance. Clearly, no one had come here for a long time.
He stopped and looked at the guidance on the system panel.
This was the place.
He stepped into the Temple.
The space inside was somewhat larger than it appeared from outside. At its center stood a ruined stone platform, covered in faint, blurry patterns.
Broken stones and rubble lay scattered around it, while thick spiderwebs filled the corners.
Xiao Xuan walked over to