C683 (part II)

Qiao Gao stepped into the Ancient Temple, feeling the chill intensify.

In the desert, the temperature swings between day and night were extreme. Noon could be scorching like a furnace, while the deep night brought a bone-chilling cold.

"There's still a hint of blood in the air," Qiao Gao noted, scrunching his nose. Although he lacked the might of a dragon or the keen nose of a celestial hound