The desolate land stretched as far as the eye could see. A fierce wind was blowing, which caused the sand to dance in the air.
On the hillside, Xue Wei and Lan were resting. They had been walking for three days without encountering any ghosts or souls. Xue Wei's clothes had become weather-bitten by the rough winds, and both of them had been covered by dust and sand.
Lan's beautiful blue scales had become dusty grey, and Xue Wei's attractive features were hidden behind a mask of grime.
The three days they had been walking had been both leisurely, but also nerve-wracking.
There was nothing to interfere with their advance apart from the rough weather, but they did not dare to trust the surroundings since they were foreign to the Ghost Realm.
They did not know how the ghosts looked, were they corporeal or intangible?