The next day, Liu Yang said goodbye to the Desert Hunters Tribe, he took out a large carriage that had enough room for the entire group, although it was a bit uncomfortable for everyone to sleep at the same time.
The group had a total of seventeen people, none of them cared to sleep uncomfortably or in a tight spot. Liu Yang had made a rule, everyone had to fight, who did not fight, would have less food.
The carriage was being pulled by two Desert Horses, they were a native species of the Golden Desert, their fur was brown and the body was robust, the speed of racing was extremely rapid. As the carriage was heavy enough, Liu Yang had to constantly use his magic to make the carriage lighter.
The areas close to the city there were no desert beasts, Liu Yang had to go elsewhere to train. He went to the place where he had fallen but made a different path, instead of going straight, he made several detours, he did not want to go to the branch of the Desert Hunters Tribe.