The moment the border of Western Prefecture came into view, everyone was hit by a suffocating heat. The landscape, which should have been lush and green, had turned a scorched yellow; the riverbeds were cracked and completely dry, devoid of even a trace of moisture.
"This is much worse than we imagined." Lin Xiaoyu furrowed her brow, retrieving a lucid ganoderma from her storage ring to examine it. "Even these drought-resistant herbs are on the verge of withering."
Ye Wuji halted and carefully sensed the spiritual qi of heaven and earth around them. Strangely, the spiritual qi here was not thin at all—it was even denser than in most places—yet it carried an unnatural, scorching dryness.
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