The two traveled along the official road, stopping to rest at each post station, and in this way, three days passed, drawing them closer and closer to the Imperial Capital of the Heavenly Martial Empire.
As they got closer, Li Xiaoqiang noticed the anxiety on Xue'er's face.
At this moment, the two of them were sitting on a sand dune, looking far into the distance, with dunes stretching endlessly, shining like golden quilts under the sunlight, appearing exceptionally beautiful.
Li Xiaoqiang turned to Xue'er and said, "Xue'er, once we cross this desert, we'll reach the Imperial Capital. Are you nervous?"
Xue'er nodded and said, "Nervous."
Li Xiaoqiang understood Xue'er's feelings because, after all, at just over ten years old, her family was hunted down, and her relatives were taken from her.
Now, she was about to return to her hometown, where her longing and love for her relatives resided, and where the souls of her deceased kin lingered.
