That night, Mo Fan and his companions camped near Fire Pillar Mountain. They had spent the day stripping the surrounding area of resources and had come away with quite a haul.
They sat around the bonfire, sorting through what they had collected. Mo Fan had a Spatial Ring, so they did not have to worry about running out of room.
Ye Xinxia and Ding Yumian had no interest in the haul. They were worried about Mo Xie up on the mountain. Fortunately, the Necklace could sense his presence, and he had told them he was safe and to wait until dawn before coming up.
Zhao Chenying was distracted too, though it was the Fire Tribulation Fruit she cared about, not Mo Xie.
They were eating and drinking when a large group approached. Everyone went on alert and quickly put away the resources.
But Zhao Manyan's and Zhao Chenying's expressions changed to delight. They recognized the Zhao Clan's group.
"Uncle!"
"Dad!"
Of all the groups that had entered the Northern Corner of the Scorching Plains, the Zhao Clan's was the strongest. Otherwise, they could never have traveled so quickly!
Because of the turmoil in the River of Lost Sands, the major factions could only send in mages who were not especially powerful but possessed unusual abilities.
Among the Zhao Clan's group, Zhao Yulin was the only Advanced Mage to have crossed the River of Lost Sands.
When Zhao Yulin spotted his daughter and the Zhao Clan's precious young master, he was stunned. He had never imagined these students would be bold enough to venture into the notoriously dangerous northwest.
"You children are far too daring. We're heading up the mountain first thing tomorrow. Come with us from then on. It'll be safer."
Zhao Yulin was a decent man. He welcomed Zhao