"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! What the hell is this place?" Fan Hong spat out a mouthful of sand, gazing at the endless desert around him.
"We have to stay in this godforsaken place for a year?"
"Looks like it."
The group had no choice but to face the reality before them. Lv Yuantian had actually given them a year of safety to cultivate. After they returned to the academy, they would inevitably have to face an all-out counterattack from the Dragon King Faction.
If they were still no match for their enemies by then, the Holy Hall would face complete annihilation. No one would be able to escape, and this time, Lv Yuantian wouldn't step in to stop it.
Of course, sending them here was also meant as a punishment.
Mingren brushed the sand from his face, flew into the air, and then slowly descended. "We should probably find a place to settle down first. There's something that looks like a tower up ahead."
