But that journey took two or three hours. Xia Ping and the others ran more than a hundred kilometers before they finally came upon an endless lake.
Fresh air and a cool breeze washed over them. The temperature here was clearly twenty or thirty degrees lower than elsewhere, making it a place where humans could survive.
A dense forest grew beside the lake. Towering trees took root in the ground, surrounded by thick weeds. Greenery flourished everywhere, and the whole place brimmed with life.
"Thank goodness! We've finally reached this desert oasis."
"I thought we were done for. I never expected us to find a way out after all."
"I thought that bastard Xia Ping had led us in the wrong direction. Thank goodness he didn't."
When the lake came into view, Jiang Yaru, Chu Rong, Nangong Wu, and Feng Hetang were all overwhelmed with excitement. After running for three hours, they were panting like oxen and drenched in sweat.
If they hadn't possessed powerful martial arts cultivation, they probably would have passed out in the scorching heat. After all, none of them was a freak like Xia Ping, who was perfectly fine in these conditions and hadn't even broken a sweat.
Xia Ping was helpless. His Ten Thousand Mile Tracking Technique was powerful, but it couldn't account for every detail. At such a great distance, there was bound to be some error in what he sensed.
He had thought the place was only a few dozen kilometers away, but it turned out to be over a hundred. They had pushed themselves for three hours to reach this oasis, exhausting a great deal of energy.
"I'm dying of thirst! I need water!"
Feng Hetang howled and immediately made to rush toward the lake and gulp down water.
Jiang Yaru and