Two people flew over the Desert of Fallen at lightning-fast speed. They cut through the air like blazing comets.
Their speed was so rapid that ordinary eyes could scarcely keep up with them. In a few minutes, they had left the Desert of Fallen behind, racing toward the Southern Region border.
Soon they arrived at the Southern Region border and reduced their speed. Standing in the sky, an old woman with gray hair looked down at the garrison, a trace of shock flickering across her features.
Beside her stood a young, beautiful woman. She too was stunned by the sight of the fortified garrison.
Among the warriors guarding the garrison, the young woman recognized some faces. "Why are they guarding the border?" she wondered, confusion gnawing at her.
The evil cultivators were running rampant across the continent, and every region was scrambling to secure its land. Why would the Southern Region not defend their own territory and instead focus on guarding the border?
