"Sect Master Gao, the heat has made your hair explode."
In the scorching heat, Wugou's voice was terribly hoarse.
His usually delicate, fair face was severely dehydrated, and he swayed on his feet, barely able to stand.
Gao Ze, whose hair had curled into a frizzy bird's nest, steadied him, only to grimace as the monk's smoking bald head burned him. "Young Wugou, your bald head is hot enough to fry an egg, too..."
An entire day had passed since they had been transported into this terrifying world filled with volcanoes.
The temperature here was absurdly high. Despite all their walking, they had not seen a single living creature.
Had they not wrapped themselves in several layers of spiritual energy barriers, even their clothes would likely have burst into flames.
Gao Ze's high cultivation allowed him to endure it, but Wugou was already showing signs of dehydration. If they did not leave soon, his life might be in danger.
At that thought, Gao Ze could not help worrying.
He usually appeared stern, but once he grew anxious, he nagged more than anyone.
Now he could not help scolding Wugou. "I told you all to plan carefully and not act rashly, but every one of you ran off faster than a rabbit! Just look at you. If you die here, how am I supposed to explain it to that old fellow Wujue?"
With that, he hoisted Wugou onto his back and took flight, scanning the distance for somewhere less hot where they could rest.
Suddenly, he felt an aura lock onto him and reflexively summoned his longsword.
A metallic clang rang out. Gao Ze glanced back and spotted Nan Lou.
His cautious expression instantly changed. "You're the bastard who possessed Lou Jing and got my eldest disciple's entire sect slaughtered! I'll