Qibian Helili stared blankly ahead.
He spread out his palm, where golden sands slipped through his fingers with the wind, and the heat in his nose and mouth was painfully familiar. It was just like the scorching Great Desert near the grasslands where his tribe had been when he was young.
But wasn't he just in Great Qin?
The wind grew stronger, sweeping the sand from between his fingers.
Following the trail of the sand, he saw before him an endless expanse—the Great Desert landscape, with its roaring winds as loud as thunder, seemed to parch his throat just by looking.
He and Tuoba Yue's tribe weren't particularly powerful; even their strongest General was only a Fifth Rank strongman. Hence, he had never seen such extraordinary powers before. The sudden change in the world around him momentarily gave rise to the ridiculous notion of divine intervention.
That thought was quickly suppressed.