The fourth senior brother skeptically looked at his compass.
"How could it be? This is a spiritual artifact with spiritual power. No matter where it is, it won't malfunction."
Everyone sighed, having no choice but to accept the fact that they were lost.
As the sun overhead grew larger and the temperature got higher, everyone's faces displayed a varying degree of earth-yellow, and their lips began to crack.
The fourth senior brother pointed to the dog on Jiang Lai's shoulder.
"Why don't we let it guide us?"
"No way."
"Why not? Isn't it supposed to find any path?"
"It's too hot in the wind, and it's all sand, which is bad for its nose."
Pudding relies on its sense of smell to navigate, but here it's all sand. Taking one sniff might swallow a lot, and there's no guarantee of finding the right direction.
"What do we do now? We can't even find the way back."
We can't just all stay here endlessly.
