Chu Yang stepped down from the carriage, watched the morning glow dye half the sky red, and stretched lazily.
He walked over to the two guards keeping watch and asked with a smile, "Brothers, may I ask how far this place is from Xuanyuan City?"
"Xuanyuan City is to the south. Even on a Desert Steed, it will take at least seven days to get there," the two guards replied warily.
One of them said with an unfriendly expression, "Kid, if you're healed, then leave. The carriage you've been sleeping in these past few days was originally meant for our miss. Don't be ungrateful."
Chu Yang smiled but said nothing more.
He was unfamiliar with this place, so naturally, he had to follow this caravan to a nearby city.
Once they reached the city, he would naturally leave.
The caravan traveled grandly all the way toward Fenghuo City, encountering no danger along the road.
Over these past days, Chu Yang and Ning Yuyan had grown much more familiar with each other. She was the Second Miss of the Ning Family, a prominent family in Fenghuo City, and managed the caravan belonging to the family's merchant houses.
This time, she had personally gone to another city to discuss business and had happened to save Chu Yang on her way back.
When the spatial gate had opened, the spatial coordinates had been thrown into chaos because of Ancient Nether's interference. Even he himself had not known where he would be teleported.
Now, it seemed the situation was not too bad. At the very least, he was still in the Far West Land.
A hundred-foot tower west of Fenghuo City; at dusk, one climbed alone as the sea wind carried autumn!
Fenghuo City belonged to the Ziyang Empire. Before its city wall