Shi Feiyang and the group of heroes leaped onto their horses, the hooves galloping, raising a trail of dust, heading straight for the Heroic Sakura Association's Gui Feng Mountain Sub-Branch. The horses they rode were like arrows released from a bowstring, the sound of hoofbeats like thunder, swiftly traversing the vast plains, with dust flying high.
It was midsummer, the scorching sun blazing, and the sunlight poured down like fire without reservation, as if intent on melting everything.
The sun hung high in the azure sky, its rays piercing through the clouds, illuminating every inch of earth as if it were daylight, making it hard to look directly.
The air was filled with a sense of heat, and the occasional breeze carried a scorching touch, intensifying the feeling of stuffiness.
Even under the shade of trees, finding a trace of coolness was difficult, and even the wind seemed lazy, unwilling to carry away this suffocating heat wave.
