The weather in the desert changes in an instant.
It was clear skies before, but in a blink of an eye, the sandstorm arose, and Sheng Tang and Gu Shiting headed back, the sand burying them furiously.
Sheng Tang couldn't endure it much longer.
Her face was covered with a sweat towel, originally to prevent sunburn, but now she couldn't breathe.
"We need to find a place to wait for this wind to pass," Sheng Tang shouted to Gu Shiting, "This wind passes quickly, at most twenty minutes."
They had encountered such weather many times.
Sandstorms come quickly and leave quickly; you just have to endure them.
Gu Shiting spotted a place that looked like a building.
He picked up Sheng Tang and quickly ran towards it.
Sure enough, it was a very low earthen slope with a small space underneath, just sheltered from the wind, enough to temporarily house two people.
Finally free from the sand hitting their bodies, Sheng Tang breathed a deep sigh of relief.
"This weather!" she complained.
