Incessant Sun Essence fell from the void, absorbed by Zhang Chen, making it so that even under the blazing sun, the area within a hundred feet around Zhang Chen remained cool, without the slightest feeling of scorching heat.
The donkey cart moved slowly amidst the yellow sand, with Chengyu sitting inside the carriage, carefully studying the book in her hand. Behind the cart, Mrs. Zhang and the two little ones walked relying on their strength, practicing the Dragon Form.
Time passed bit by bit. Another half month went by, and in the distance, figures came into view, as Zhang Chen recognized the familiar procession of refugees.
The number of refugees wasn't large, only a few thousand people. They walked together in groups and clusters, without any escort teams or family contingents, just sporadic vagabonds walking together on their own accord.
"Shall we follow them?" Chengyu asked Zhang Chen.
