By the afternoon, the sunlight was no longer as scorching as at noon, but it was still unbearable.
A young boy slowly climbed toward the top of a low dune.
He started his climb from the back of the dune, clearly intending to cross it.
He had a sword in his hand with a wooden handle and a peculiar blade, full of crudely made sense. The boy was using this longsword as a crutch to assist his movement.
The boy was slim and not very muscular.
He wore hemp undergarments, long pants, and long sleeves, yet his feet were bare.
A layer of clothing also covered his head, his nose and mouth were well concealed, but his eyes were largely exposed, along with the golden hair on his forehead.
It was Zhenjin.
The top of the dune was only a few steps away. The sunlight caused Zhenjin to squint his eyes.