Milluki, What the Hell Are You Doing Here?

When the airship landed, Bai Zhu's first instinct was to look out the window.

Not to admire the scenery.

But to check whether anything with wings was stuck outside collecting rent.

Thankfully, there was nothing beyond the porthole but yellow sand and a row of military guidance lights.

Bai Zhu breathed a sigh of relief and was just about to pick up the last half of his biscuit when the announcement came on.

"We have arrived at the Western Supply Line. Investigation teams, please disembark in order."

Ging stood from the front row and casually slung his backpack over one shoulder.

"Let's go."

Bai Zhu stuffed the biscuit into his mouth and mumbled, "I request to be the last one off."

List had already picked up the folder.

"It's too late to run now. Give up resisting and enjoy yourself!"

Bai Zhu immediately retorted, "Who said I was running? I just think experts should bring up the rear."

Piyu passed by with her phone in hand and casually scanned the top of his head.

Bai Zhu raised a hand to cover his feather.

"Take another picture, and I'm seriously charging you."

Piyu put her phone away.

"I wasn't taking pictures. I was collecting samples."

"That sounds even more suspicious."

The cabin door opened, and hot wind rushed in all at once.

Bai Zhu stepped off the airship, and the instant his feet touched the ground, the desert ahead filled his vision.

Yellow sand stretched to the horizon in the distance, yet a vast patch of green had been abruptly set in the middle of it.

The lake reflected the light, its outline strangely shaped. The longer he looked, the more it resembled an open eye.

There was a black speck in the middle of the lake. It was too far