Que Qiu glanced at Tianmiao and then lowered his head again.
The doubts in his mind grew larger.
Who exactly is this woman, beautiful beyond belief? And she appeared too timely and abruptly.
Without much delay, everyone set out once more, and with Tianmiao's robust camel team, it seemed like the lost time was recovered as they proceeded towards the previously determined destination.
Que Qiu, as the guide, still walked at the front. He wasn't very talkative himself; he just confirmed the path and moved forward, all the while pondering about Tianmiao's origins. Human? Or, could she be a fairy from this desert? Is it possible? Could such a beautiful elf exist in this desert? Blending in among them, is it with malicious intent or goodwill? For a moment, Que Qiu's mind was a bit chaotic.
