Que Qiu sat up immediately, realizing the campfire had gone out at some unknown time, not even a wisp of white smoke remained. Everything seemed normal by the tents, with occasional snores coming out.
The appearance of the phantom moon indicated a sandstorm was approaching. This sandstorm was extremely eerie and feared by all creatures of the desert. He swiftly got up, intending to wake everyone in the camp. They had to guard the camels, for he alone couldn't possibly stop the terrified camel herd. He had no choice but to call for help. Without supplies or means of transportation, they might genuinely perish in the desert.
The camels that had been resting on the ground emitted a series of uneasy low growls, as if sensing the dangerous signal coming from the sky, yet they remained restless without instructions from their leader.
"Wake up! The sandstorm is coming! The camels are going to bolt!" He ran over, shouting loudly.
