Two days later at dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled over the boundless desert, reflecting a golden radiance. This sheet of gold, together with the shadows of the dunes and the crimson sunset, formed a brilliant, stirring picture, so beautiful it calmed the heart, made one forget trouble and strife. Yet behind one of the dunes a large force lay tightly concealed; several leader‑type figures were quietly scouting the front from the top of the dune, their expressions grave. They were Luo Zheng and the others who had rushed here.
