The convoy entered the Black Cloud Stronghold. Everyone was anxious and uneasy. They looked around, afraid that a burly man would suddenly appear from the bushes by their feet. They did not dare to be the slightest bit careless, some people even did not dare to breathe loudly.
However, as it was nearing noon.
It was a hot summer day, and the clear sky was cloudless. The red sun baked the earth, and even the air seemed to distort.
Inside the convoy, everyone was covered in sweat, and their footsteps were heavy. They panted heavily, and their water bags were always in their hands. After walking for some distance, they had no choice but to find a cool place to rest.
Qi Long rode a group of brown, chestnut-colored steeds with obvious muscle lines. Together with Lin Bai, Rong Ziyi, and the others, they walked at the front of the convoy.