Without a guide, Tang Mo's desert journey became much more difficult.
Although she didn't encounter any more mutant beasts, Tang Mo could no longer avoid the harsh terrain and unpredictable weather.
Jingjing was even heavier now. Although it hadn't grown much in size, its weight was comparable to that of a seven or eight-year-old child.
It only crawled into Tang Mo's backpack during emergencies. Usually, it would hop along ahead of Tang Mo, clearing the path for her.
With this little guy keeping her company, Tang Mo didn't feel lonely at all, and the journey was actually quite cheerful.
After walking for who knows how long, Tang Mo still hadn't seen anything in the desert besides sand.
There wasn't a single green plant, let alone another person.
When one's field of vision is free of obstacles, one's focus tends to sharpen.
Tang Mo lowered her head to look at the sand beneath her feet. It was coarse and held the scorching heat from long exposure to the sun.
