The yellow sand was vast, the setting sun stretched the figures of the caravan into elongated shapes, the camel bells shook, and the gravel blown up by the strong wind hurt people's faces.
"Master... Why are you coming here?" Chen Jiu pulled the scarf around his neck, spat on the yellow sand and continued, "Now you have the final say in the house. I am the caravan, so why are you suffering like this? The camel caravan is no better than at home. How can your precious body bear it..."
"... Because I'm afraid of meeting someone..." The young man on the camel pursed his lips slightly.
"Hey, is there anyone else you are afraid of seeing? Could it be that he has grown one eye and two noses? Even when Yaksha comes, I, Chen Jiu, can take care of him. Master, what are you afraid of?"
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and get on your way..."