On the desolate, silent Gobi desert, billowing dust suddenly rose up from afar.
As the dust drew closer, a majestic, snow-white Qilin galloped through the air, seated on its back a young Daoist with a handsome appearance clad in a simple Daoist robe.
Zhao Sheng gazed into the distance, where the land undulated slowly, littered with stones and gravel of various sizes with not a hint of green in sight.
It seemed as if this land had died, and the deeper one went inland, the harsher the environment became.
Moments later, the Jade Qilin had run hundreds of miles.
"Cut?"
The Jade Qilin suddenly paused in its tracks, then descended straight to the ground.
Then, the Stone Spirit lowered its head, carefully sniffing the nearby ground.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng gracefully descended to the ground, curiously watching the Stone Spirit's actions.
Only four or five breaths later, the Stone Spirit seemed to have discovered something and began frantically digging into the ground with fervor.
