After leaving the Xinjiang basin, Chu Feng proceeded with due caution. If he encountered the Eastern punitive expedition on the road, it would become unnecessarily troublesome.
There were several poplar trees growing within the desert, resistant to the drought and full of vitality. Their leaves ranged from jade green to golden yellow, and together, they painted a picture of flourishing liveliness despite passing their prime.
Chu Feng, carrying a huge bag full of crystals, made his away across the desert. There were several things on his mind; when he first came to western China, he had witnessed the bewitching scene of a field of higanbana blooming and withering in an instant.
He had always wondered if that incident had any effect on him at all.
He previously asked Yellow Ox if such pollen could enter the body on their own. At that time, Yellow Ox replied with a frown, saying that these flowers were rather mysterious and it was difficult to say.