Northwest of the Vine Tribe, at the ruins of the Rock Sheep Tribe.
"Caw..."
A bird cry echoed through the sky as a massive purple Fierce Bird landed in the open space of the former residential area of the Rock Sheep Tribe ruins.
Jiang Xuan dismounted from Tang Yuan with a Warrior, looking at this familiar yet foreign mountain.
"Whhooosh..."
At that moment, a gust of wind swept through, lifting a large amount of dust from the ground at the foot of the mountain, even the wind itself was stained a dusty yellow.
"The plants in this area are fewer than before."
Looking at the many now withered plants on the mountain, Jiang Xuan felt a bit distressed.
The location of the Rock Sheep Tribe, being relatively close to the Western Wilderness, was already quite arid with sparse vegetation.
And now, under the impact of the drought, the already limited vegetation had withered extensively, looking even more desolate.
