However, crossing that vast desert without sleep or rest still brought Wyatt Barnes a certain fatigue.
It wasn't physical fatigue, but spiritual fatigue.
Before asking anyone for directions, Wyatt first found a place to rest temporarily.
After resting for a night, he continued his journey northward the next morning.
Finally, after traveling northward at full speed for an hour, he saw an inconspicuous small village, with smoke curling in the distance.
Such a small village, nestled in the vast grassland, appeared in Wyatt's eyes like a perfect landscape painting.
As he approached the village, Wyatt descended from the sky.
Before entering the village, Wyatt noticed two swift figures darting out, blocking his way.
"Who are you?"
The ones blocking Wyatt's path were two sturdily built middle-aged men, looking strong and powerful, their faces filled with vigilance as they looked at Wyatt, the unexpected visitor.
