The one-month deadline was fast approaching. Fairy Yuluo leaned against the guardrail of the flying boat, gazing blankly at the boundless wilderness beneath her feet. The scorching sunlight baked the gravel, distorting even the air in the intense heat.
As they neared the Scorched Lands, Fairy Yuluo put away the flying boat and proceeded on foot, step by step. A wave of heat rushed toward her, and a tiny shadow shrank against her feet. She even wondered if she was the only living soul left within a radius of ten thousand miles.
Inside the tent, the air was finally cool. A faint trace of Qingchen's aura still lingered among the bedding. Fairy Yuluo carefully lay down, terrified that the airflow stirred by the hem of her robe would scatter the last remaining scent of lotus.
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