Following the direction indicated by Old Xie, Xu Fan walked about ten miles or so but still couldn't see any sign of the ruins entrance.
This was Xu Fan's first time in Tibet and also his first time attending the ruins, alone and solitary. Looking around, all he saw was desolation, an endless desert seemingly stretching to the horizon.
"Could that old guy be lying?"
After searching endlessly for the entrance, a hint of doubt began to arise in Xu Fan's heart.
However, at that moment, Xu Fan suddenly straightened his body, his spiritual power ready to erupt.
A rapid sound of wind breaking suddenly came from afar, towards the direction above Xu Fan's head. It seemed like two figures were rushing towards Xu Fan's location!
"Cultivators appearing at this time are likely related to the ruins! Perhaps following them will lead me to the entrance easily."
In an instant, Xu Fan made up his mind.
