Walking along the path toward the small town, the harsh sun poured down its scorching rays. Iyas, wrapped up like a zongzi, loosened the scarf covering her mouth and fanned herself with her palm,
"So hot, Hake, aren't you hot?"
Hake, too, was swathed in layers of heavy clothing, shook his head,
"It's okay, I've been through even hotter conditions, I'm somewhat used to it."
Iyas had a striking appearance, in this small town on the Gobi with chaotic law and order, which unavoidably attracted some trouble.
Hake was an elf and certainly could not expose himself to the "hunters" targeting slaves; it was uncertain whether those hunters would give up going to Wansheng Country and instead turn their weapons against Yang Yu and his group.
In these borderlands, it wasn't uncommon for the precedent of crime upon crime.
In fact, Yang Yu wasn't afraid of being targeted; with his current level and attributes, he was more than capable of thriving in this small town.
