Before he knew it, Luo Zhongkan had entered his eighth year in the Western Regions. His footprints had covered every oasis south of the Tianshan Mountains.
The party crossed the Tianshan Mountains and headed north. The elevation here was far higher than where they had first entered the Western Regions, and amid wind, frost, rain, and snow, even Luo Zhongkan's face was covered in cracked wounds.
But when the great river that the people of the Western Regions called the Yellow River of Radiant Light appeared before them, the entire party was stunned. Even though the natives south of the Tianshan Mountains had told them this place was like a fairyland, breathtakingly beautiful and the most fertile place in all the Western Regions, the verdant greenery before their eyes, the rolling grasslands and snowcapped mountains, the vast forests and surging waters, still surpassed everyone's expectations.
"Young Master, is this really the Western Regions?"
The Dare-to-Fight Warriors asked incredulously, "Just one mountain range, and all that yellow sand and Gobi desert disappeared?"
Somewhat excited, Luo Zhongkan gazed at the crisscrossing waterways. Countless tributaries converged here, and the people of the Western Regions called it the Yi River, the Yellow River of Radiant Light.
Water was the source of all life. South of the Tianshan Mountains, what worried Luo Zhongkan most had not actually been the sandstorms, but the water sources he had surveyed firsthand.
The existing oases could very well vanish if the water changed course. Establishing a firm foothold south of the Tianshan Mountains would require many water-control measures to ensure the rivers flowed smoothly through the oases, and soil and water conservation would also have to be handled with care.
But the land beneath his feet now was different. Just look at the gleaming white snow atop the Tianshan