Although the group's pace was slow, after four or five days, they finally made it out of the desert.
At the edge of the desert was a sizable lake, surrounded by some greenery, and further on was a vast stretch of grassland. Though the weather was still cold, spring had arrived after all, and a hint of green peeked through beneath the withered yellow grass.
The grassland scattered with cattle, sheep, and horses, all wagging their tails and trying hard to nibble at the little green beneath the dry grass. Here and there, a few herdsmen rode horses, waving their whips, followed by a few sheepdogs, herding the livestock.
A few tents were scattered by the lake, wisps of white smoke rising from them, and in front of the tents, several children were playing and frolicking.
At first glance, it was like a scene out of a pastoral painting.
They arrived with a large group, quickly alerting those who were grazing. The sheepdogs barked incessantly at the strangers.
