Along the way, they encountered numerous other groups out searching for water. Seeing that everyone was returning empty-handed, their hearts sank.
Gu Mingchun, who was leading the team, had asked around before finally choosing an untrodden path, hoping it might offer them a lifeline.
Looking at the withered grass covering the mountains, no one actually held much hope. It hadn't rained for months, and water was becoming increasingly scarce. Even if a water source was found, it would quickly fall under the control of powerful factions. Refugees like them could only stare in despair.
"Does this place look like it has water? Look at the cracked earth. The heavens aren't leaving us any way out." There was always someone quick to spread pessimism. They were only halfway there when Liang Xiaojun simply collapsed onto the ground, refusing to go further.
