Taklamakan Desert.
Even though it was morning, the temperature was already scorching.
Fu Qin, Zhu Sen, and the others stood at a distance out of reverence for Lu Li, their foreheads glistening with sweat.
In contrast, Lu Li, Liu Kexin, and Gu Wei showed no signs of sweat, with the latter two even feeling pleasantly cool.
It seemed as if there was a magical presence around Lu Li; standing within a certain range of him automatically maintained a comfortable temperature of about 23 degrees Celsius.
The group stepped out of the tent.
Immediately, guards came forward to protect them.
Fu Qin waved his hand and said, "You don't need to follow us."
The security captain, a resolute young man, frowned and said, "But it's very dang..."
Before he could finish, Zhu Sen chuckled, saying, "With Mr. Lu here, even if someone threw a nuclear bomb, we wouldn't be in danger. Alright, you all take a break."
