Under the hot sun, the vast desert was burning like the fire on the stove. The scorching heat wave swept through every inch of the land, making people breathless.
The wind was searing, and as it blew past, it kicked up layers of sands like a giant invisible hand, completely shrouding the sky.
In this sandy storm, there were the two little figures: The Silhouette Being and Zhou Daqian's five years old daughter.
When the little girl woke up a few days ago, she couldn't stop crying. She tried to look for her parents, but all she could find was the Silhouette Being who was lying on the ground motionless. She was scared and exhausted, but she didn't dare to sleep. Especially at night, there were always some strange noises echoing in the desert, scaring her into crying from time to time.