The town of Windsand, ravaged by the scourge of sand rats, had been reduced to nothing more than ruins. Looking around, it was almost impossible to find a single intact building, and everyone knew their home had been completely destroyed—Windsand would be no more.
Standing among the rubble that was once Penglai Inn, Father Lin and his daughter Lin Qingya both wore faces full of sorrow. They had once considered leaving this town once they had saved enough money, but now they found themselves completely destitute, left with nothing.
After rummaging through the debris for a long time, they finally found the counter, but to their dismay, the spirit stones and spirit currency that had been inside were all devoured by the sand rats.
"Dad, there's nothing left. What are we going to do?" Lin Qingya looked at her father, her eyes moist with tears. Those were the savings they had worked so hard to accumulate over the years, and now, it was all gone.