In the Western Desert, yellow sand filled the sky.
Yun Qingyu stared at the dunes stretching to the horizon, the compass in his hand spinning wildly. Ever since stepping into this barren desert three days ago, they had completely lost their bearings—even Li Taibai's wine gourd could no longer distinguish the direction.
"Daddy, that pagoda spire..." Little Nianyao, clinging to Chu Yao's back, spoke up suddenly, her small hand pointing to the southwest. "It's glowing..."
Chapter 16