The helmet said nothing, merely glimmering on the map.
Copper Fragment said nothing either, only continued unfolding the map. Shen Le steadied himself and examined it carefully:
Hmm. The place where I was standing was Dunhuang. Jiayu Pass was already behind me, as was Qinghai Lake. I had left the Hexi Corridor and crossed out of the Qilian Mountains.
Further ahead lay the Heavenly Mountains. North of the Heavenly Mountains had once been the Northern Court Protectorate, while south of them were the former Four Garrisons of Anxi:
Kucha, Yu, Kashgar, Yanqi...
Along the Heavenly Mountains, at the edge of the Tarim Basin, a string of cities was set like green pearls along the edge of the Tarim Desert.
Responding to the helmet, the points of light that lit up on the map were scattered—some along the desert's edge, and some...
"They seem to be inside the desert..."
So I still couldn't avoid going in? To search for something inside? A suit of armor, a pile of scattered armor fragments, or perhaps all sorts of components?
Shen Le stared at the map with all his might, trying to commit the positions of those light points to memory.
To be fair, without city names, highway markings, or administrative boundary markers—when there were only mountains and rivers—it was rather difficult to remember them. Anyone who doubted that could take a satellite map, pick a few random points, and try memorizing them.
Fortunately, once he got near those light points, he could repeatedly enter meditation and adjust his direction. Otherwise, Shen Le truly had no confidence that he could find those armor fragments.
Ahem. Someone had even less confidence than he did. Yet despite that, the man still clung to him relentlessly.
"You're leaving? What for? Are you going to look for the