Chapter 50: The Wasteland
Lu Fengmian withdrew his gaze and swept a glance over the team behind him.
“Let’s go,” he said. “Pick up the pace.”
The group began advancing.
A hundred people stepped across the wasteland, their footsteps rustling. Withered grass snapped beneath their feet with faint crackling sounds.
Someone stepped on a heavily weathered stone. It crumbled instantly into powder, raising a small cloud of gray dust.
After walking for half an hour, the surroundings were still nothing but desolation.
At first, people talked and laughed, but after an hour, the voices gradually quieted.
Two hours later, only heavy breathing and the sound of footsteps remained.
The distant forest seemed slightly closer, yet at the same time still impossibly far away.