Sand particles whirled in the air.
The dry grains of sand from winter harshly pattered against the SUV's windows, rolling snow dust congealing into fog... These were fairly adverse road conditions, but fortunately, with the Deep Sea navigation system integrated, the vehicle could still accurately capture the correct direction.
Potholes appeared one after another on the road.
Jostling back and forth.
Great Capital was eight thousand miles from Changye.
By taking a private plane, it would only take half a day.
But driving there, even via the fastest route... would require thirty hours.
And this time, they hadn't taken a private plane... It was a vehement insistence from Tomb Ghost.
This guy was finally willing to go to Changye, but he absolutely refused to board a plane, only agreeing to travel by car, and he threw out a reason that Gu Shen and the others couldn't refuse.
All the planes Tomb Ghost had been on... had all crashed.
A conveyance killer?