The night moon was hidden in the continuous sea of clouds, not showing its true face, causing the skies above to be enshrouded in darkness.
At this time, the sky was only a deep ink color, covering the wilderness.
The flying sword sped through the night at extreme speed.
"Not right!"
Jiang Shouzhong suddenly spoke out loud.
The two women who were chatting were startled and asked in unison, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Shouzhong's face was serious as he looked down intently, focusing on the vast desert landscape below, and said in a deep voice,
"Logically, with our speed, we should have reached the border by now, yet we still haven't flown out of this desert, and the terrain... seems familiar somehow."
After being alerted by Jiang Shouzhong, the two women also noticed something was off.
Qu Hongling lowered the sword's altitude, and without the clouds blocking the view, one could see the ground more clearly.
"Eh, seems like we're back where we started," she exclaimed.
