Hot... so hot... hot, humid, and sticky...
Qing Yueqiu opened her eyes and wiped at the silver-white strands of hair stuck to her forehead by a maiden's fragrant sweat. Her dry palm was instantly soaked, becoming clammy.
A flicker of vigilance crossed her eyes. She immediately stood up to survey her surroundings.
A boundless desert stretched to the horizon... 'It seems I've arrived at the trial grounds, and I've drawn the short straw.'
As a disciple raised in the Cold Palace Sword Mansion from a young age, she was least suited for this hot, arid environment. With her condition affecting her abilities, she feared she could only bring forth less than seventy percent of her true strength.
Qing Yueqiu strictly followed her master's teachings. She knew she had to leave this Great Desert immediately and hunt for points in an island environment, where she could best utilize her abilities.
