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Southern Border, on the way to Golden Wing Ridge.
The Xiaguang City team is still trudging forward. It is late afternoon, and the scorching sun hangs high in the sky like a giant furnace, with blistering sunlight pouring down, making the ground scorching hot.
The air is distorted and steaming due to the high temperature, and as far as the eye can see, the distant scenery seems to be swaying in the water. The trees on either side of the road, with most of their leaves shriveled and yellow, hang listlessly.
Only a few summer cicadas hide in the sparse shade, their feeble chirping adding to the heat.
The new City Lord, Shen Wuguang, has long lost the vigor and enthusiasm he had at departure. His brows furrowed, he keeps wiping the sweat droplets from his forehead with a silk handkerchief, his tone showing clear impatience as he asks Situ Qingfeng beside him once more.
"Young Master Situ, how much further do we have to go? This damned place, why is it so unbearably hot!"
