As soon as they stepped into the desert's border, what came into view was an endless stretch of yellow sand, scorching and unbearably dry.
Fortunately, this wasn't considered a wasteland. Cultivators, with physical conditions far superior to ordinary people, could endure such harsh environments.
Within a huge shrubbery at the eastern desert border, several inns were operating, and their prices weren't high.
The three of them chose a nearby inn named Hu Lu to stay.
The business at Hu Lu Inn wasn't too good, very quiet, hadn't had any customers for several days until Song Minghui and the others arrived, bringing some life to it.
At first, they were not very accustomed to the place since none had lived in a desert before.
They first prepared water and food supplies, got familiar with the environment, and then started to inquire about the trade route with the innkeeper.
