"Xiao Wu, come with me."
Ling Chen turned to look at the young man in a green robe next to him.
Right, this green-robed youth was none other than Ling Wu in disguise.
Walking as a man would better hide his true identity.
"Alright!"
Ling Wu responded.
His voice was deep and magnetic.
Since it was a disguise, naturally, every action and behavior had to seem genuine.
Then, the two of them set off toward the Desolate Land following the route marked on the map.
Other people either went alone or grouped in twos or threes.
This teleportation point was located in a mountain forest.
As soon as they left the mountain forest, Ling Chen and his companion saw an endless desert.
"Is this the Desolate Land?"
Before their eyes was a stretch of withered yellow, void of any sign of life.
Even the nature's spiritual energy was frighteningly scarce.
A stark contrast to other places, like two different worlds.
"Whoosh!"
A tornado blew by in the distance, lifting countless grains of sand.
