The journey from the Magical Beast Mountain Range to the Tagor Desert was an extremely long one. Even with the Thick-Winged Bird's impressive speed, it still took two days.
But time always flew during cultivation. In the blink of an eye, it was already the morning of the third day since Ling Feng had set out.
The morning sunlight fell across Ling Feng's cheeks. His eyes had remained shut throughout his cultivation, but sensing that today's sunshine was a little more scorching, he suddenly opened them and instinctively looked down. The expanse not far below was golden as far as the eye could see. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. He knew they had reached the Tagor Desert.
Yet all Ling Feng saw below were dunes and barren desert, without a single person in sight. He could not help looking at the map in his hand, which he had instructed Itachi Uchiha to buy from a merchant.
"Fuck, this only shows the general route to the Tagor Desert! Where's Desert City? Why aren't there routes to any other places?"
For a moment, Ling Feng was utterly speechless. He could not help grumbling inwardly, Sure enough, a beardless chin makes for unreliable work.
Still, Ling Feng knew he could not blame Itachi Uchiha. After all, he was not from this world. All he had heard was that Ling Feng wanted a map showing the way to the Tagor Desert, and he had found one. The route was correct, too. Unfortunately, it was not the comprehensive map Ling Feng wanted.
Besides, Ling Feng himself was also to blame. He had handed the map straight to Minato Namikaze without examining it carefully, letting him guide the Thick-Winged Bird's flight. That chain of mishaps had led to today's mistake.
"I should've taken an