To be able to lift their heads and see the clear, vast sky and wilderness again was truly a liberating and exhilarating experience for Zhang Qian and the others.
Looking back at the Lin Hai behind them—especially after half a month of only glimpsing splintered patches of sky, sliced up by dense bamboo leaves—Zhang Qian now felt an inexplicable sense of having escaped from another world, as the view before him opened wide.
"Where is this place?"
The only thing Zhang Qian knew was that he had indeed led his troops through the Ten Thousand Miles Bamboo Sea, but since there was no accurate depiction of the Bamboo Sea on any map, Zhang Qian had no idea of his precise location—only a vague sense that they must be within the northeastern territory of the Barbarian Race.
