I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

The car wasn't moving too slowly, and a few days later we heard from Aning that they had arrived.

Looking at all the cars with the same paint job and the deer antler coral logo on each door, Wu Xie couldn't help but marvel at the scale of the project that Aning had prepared.

"Is this Tamutuo?" Wuxie looked around after getting off the car, and it was more lively than he had imagined.

"What are you thinking about? We won't arrive until tomorrow." Wu Xie recognized the person who replied; they had spent time together in Changbai Mountain. He remembered the person's name was... Oh! Caucasus!

Following him forward, Wu Xie finally understood the place. It seemed to be the camp that A Ning had found. In addition to these vehicles, there were also many tents behind them.

His gaze fell on the enormous main tent. Intricate Tibetan patterns, embroidered in gold and black thread, adorned the thick, dark brown canvas, standing out vividly under the intense highland sun.

Wu Xie squinted, trying hard to decipher the largest line of Tibetan script near the entrance. Although he didn't understand Tibetan, he figured it must be something like a guesthouse in a tourist attraction, where the pricing would usually be listed.

"What are you looking at?" A familiar voice sounded from behind, carrying a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

Wu Xie turned around and saw A Ning walking towards him from the direction of another car. She had changed into a dark gray windbreaker with the same antler and coral pattern, her long hair was neatly tied back, and her face showed signs of the wear and tear from her long journey, but her eyes were still as sharp as an eagle's.

“Look at that,” Wuxie pointed to a line of characters on the main tent that were slightly larger than the other Tibetan characters, “What does it mean?”

Ah Ning followed his gaze, and the corners of her mouth seemed to twitch slightly upwards, but the curve quickly disappeared. "It means 'the traveler has no bounds'," she said calmly, adding, "A... blessing. I hope that after we go in, we'll find a way out."

“The traveler has no bounds…” Wu Xie pondered these four words. A Ning patted his shoulder, signaling him to go inside together.

Although simple, the place still exudes a sense of refinement, for example, the colorful cow stalls on the ground and the old-fashioned Tibetan wooden furniture.

You can sit directly on the stall; Wu Xie only realized this after watching Aning's behavior. After they all sat down, a Tibetan man came in, presumably the owner of the place.

The man poured everyone a cup of butter tea. When he looked up, Wu Xie finally took a good look at him. Upon seeing him, he immediately called out, "Ling Xiao!"

Wu Xie's innocent voice, filled with undisguised surprise and confusion, sounded particularly loud in the relatively quiet tent. He suddenly stood up, nearly knocking over the bowl of butter tea on the low table in front of him.

The Tibetan youth called "Lingxiao" paused, then looked up. His face, tanned a deep wheat color by the high-altitude sun, did indeed resemble Lingxiao's features, only his eyes were more profound, less playful and unpredictable, and more calmly sharp. He wore a typical Tibetan robe, the cuffs and hem stained with mud and bits of grass, his hair somewhat disheveled and pressed under his felt hat, giving him a weathered, local air.

As soon as Wu Xie called out, everyone turned around. Hei Xiazi and Xiao Ge immediately realized that this person was not Ling Xiao. Fatty also moved closer and then shook his head. A Ning was still observing, while Cheng Yu was typing frantically.

Only WeChat was still excitedly asking, "Wait, this... Lingzi? What are you doing here? Didn't we agree not to get involved? When did you arrive? And... and you made such a mess of things?" He bombarded Lingxiao with a series of questions, his eyes fixed on him, trying to find the answer on his face.

The person who was mistaken for Ling Xiao put down the copper kettle in his hand, scratched his head embarrassedly, and looked around for help.