C209 Use the Sound Fuming Incense

A wisp of smoke over the barren desert, the river aglow with the setting sun.

The wind carried the sandstorm gently, etching layer upon layer of wrinkles onto the golden grains. The evening air was bitingly cold.

East of Great River City lay a desolation greater than the path from which Chu Lin had arrived. Vegetation was so sparse that not a speck of green was in sight. Here and there