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The two followed Pharaoh's procession, the blazing sun overhead, waves of heat rolling through the desert, making it feel as if they were in a furnace. Li Zhiqi felt dizzy from the heat, sweat pouring down his forehead, his throat parched as if it were on fire, and every step felt like an immense effort. The sand crunched beneath his feet, each step threatening to sink him into the endless sea of sand.
In contrast, Lin Xuan appeared calm and unperturbed, seemingly unaffected by the heat. He walked with confidence, a determined expression on his face, eyes fixed ahead, his posture straight like a pine tree, completely devoid of the exhaustion and helplessness that Li Zhiqi felt.
Li Zhiqi was taken aback and couldn't help but whisper to Lin Xuan, "Lin Xuan, how are you doing this? In such a hot desert, you still look so energetic."
At that moment, a soldier shoved Li Zhiqi hard, shouting something that he couldn't understand at all. The soldier pushed him roughly, nearly causing him to fall. Li Zhiqi struggled to steady himself, filled with helplessness and anger, but he knew he couldn't resist and had to keep up with the group.
Lin Xuan glanced back, a hint of pity and encouragement in his eyes. He smiled slightly and said in an overly dramatic tone, "Zhiqi, a king will not fall. Hang in there; we are almost there."
Li Zhiqi was momentarily stunned by Lin Xuan's words, feeling both amused and oddly empowered. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He knew that no matter how difficult it became, he had to follow Lin Xuan and face this unprecedented adventure. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he gritted his teeth and continued walking forward.
The procession moved on, the outline of the pyramid becoming clearer; the massive stones shimmered with an ancient glow under the sunlight as if telling countless historical tales. Ramses II led the group ahead, his stature still imposing, each step radiating immense nobility and strength.
Li Zhiqi closely followed Lin Xuan, feeling the desert's heat but increasingly resolute in his heart. He understood that regardless of how challenging it was ahead, they had to face it together because this was a journey that concerned their fate.
As they approached the pyramid step by step, their hearts were filled with infinite anticipation and tension.
With each step closer to the pyramid came proximity to the city. The civilians along the way saw Pharaoh's procession and humbly knelt down in awe and respect for their ruler. Soldiers shouted to maintain order on the streets, but the citizens seemed eager to catch a glimpse of Pharaoh, crowding the streets tightly.
Egyptian civilians lined the streets in simple clothing, their faces reflecting admiration. They placed their hands over their hearts, bowed their heads, their eyes sparkling with reverence for Pharaoh. However, what stood out even more were two oddly dressed individuals following behind the procession—Li Zhiqi and Lin Xuan's modern attire looked particularly striking in this ancient city, drawing whispers and pointing from the onlookers.
Li Zhiqi felt overwhelmed by the unfamiliar gazes around him and the scorching sun bearing down on him. He noticed how soldiers maintained order with serious expressions and felt increasingly anxious. "Lin Xuan, it seems like everyone here is looking at us," Li Zhiqi whispered uneasily.
Lin Xuan smiled slightly, a glimmer of confidence flashing in his eyes. "That's because we are different, Zhiqi. This is our stage, let them see our style."
Li Zhiqi still felt nervous, but Lin Xuan's confidence eased him a bit. He took a deep breath, trying to appear more composed. However, the scorching sun and the heat of the desert made him dizzy, and every step felt extremely laborious.
Ramses II rode in his palanquin, proudly looking at the kneeling people, a satisfied smile on his face. He raised his hand and made a gesture to signal the procession to stop. The soldiers quickly halted as instructed, the entire procession moving like a perfect machine under his command, showcasing unparalleled discipline.
Ramses II stood up from the palanquin, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding people, filled with authority and pride. He raised his arm, signaling the commoners to rise. The people stood up one after another, excitedly looking at their ruler, their eyes sparkling with reverence and affection. Ramses II's presence was like a beam of light, illuminating their lives and hopes.
Ramses II slowly descended from the palanquin, each step exuding dignity and confidence, as if a deity had descended. The crowd erupted into thunderous cheers upon seeing him step down; the sound was deafening. The people knelt down, their faces filled with respect and admiration, as if Ramses II's appearance was a great blessing in their lives.
The Pharaoh stood firm, his gaze sweeping over these enthusiastic subjects, a satisfied smile on his face. He then turned his attention to Lin Xuan and Li Zhiqi at the back of the procession, a flicker of disdain and pride flashing in his eyes. Ramses II's expression conveyed absolute confidence in himself, as if to say: even though you attract many gazes with your strange attire, I am the true ruler of this land—Ramses II.
Lin Xuan and Li Zhiqi stood at the back of the procession, feeling the pressure and scrutiny from all directions. Li Zhiqi felt uncomfortable all over; he whispered to Lin Xuan, "Lin Xuan, look at Pharaoh's expression; it seems like he is mocking us."
Lin Xuan smiled slightly, his gaze firm, showing no signs of being intimidated by Pharaoh's presence. "Zhiqi, don't mind his expression. We are here for a more important purpose; we don't need to pay attention to these details." His tone was filled with confidence and determination, providing some comfort to Li Zhiqi.
Ramses II turned to the crowd and waved his hand to signal them to calm down. His movements were graceful yet powerful, like a natural leader. The crowd immediately quieted down, their eyes filled with admiration and awe.
The Pharaoh turned again towards Lin Xuan and Li Zhiqi, his eyes gleaming with calmness and curiosity. He slowly walked towards them, flanked closely by soldiers ensuring his safety. Ramses II stopped in front of them, scrutinizing them carefully; the pride and disdain on his face remained evident.
Li Zhiqi felt a wave of tension; he struggled to maintain composure but felt immense pressure inside. He didn't know how to face this powerful and confident ruler and could only silently pray that Lin Xuan would be able to handle everything.
Facing Pharaoh's provocation and gaze, Lin Xuan showed no fear as he confronted this kingly figure. His eyes were resolute and confident as he met Ramses II's gaze without flinching, as if declaring his unwavering determination not to back down.
The surrounding crowd gasped in disbelief at the scene before them. Low murmurs erupted among the people, all of them shaken by this sudden confrontation. Ramses II's majesty and kingly aura crashed down on Lin Xuan like a massive wave, yet Lin Xuan stood tall and unwavering, as if that force had no effect on him at all.
Li Zhiqi watched in fear and trepidation; although he could not understand why Lin Xuan remained so composed, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration and reassurance. Lin Xuan's confidence and determination made him feel that no matter what they faced, they could overcome it.
Ramses II wore a hint of amusement on his face, his eyes flashing with appreciation and curiosity. He raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly acknowledging that this man before him indeed possessed the strength to compete with him. This confident and resolute outsider appeared to be no ordinary opponent, and the Pharaoh's gaze held a newfound interest.
The Pharaoh slowly approached Lin Xuan, each step filled with authority and confidence. When he stopped just inches away from Lin Xuan, their distance was minimal. Ramses II's gaze swept across Lin Xuan's face before breaking into a smile that seemed both provocative and testing.
Lin Xuan maintained his smile, his eyes brimming with confidence and determination. His posture was neither servile nor arrogant, as if to convey to the Pharaoh that he not only could stand against him but might even surpass him.
The soldiers and citizens around them held their breath, watching this silent standoff. Occasional gasps and whispers rippled through the crowd, each person's eyes filled with astonishment and reverence.
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