The sky and the earth are of the same color, black and yellow.
He heard the sentry on the Blackwater City Gate calling to him, but he didn't look back. Sure enough, the latter stopped calling after two calls, muttering "short-lived ghost" twice, and no one came to chase He Lingchuan.
This is the edge of the Panlong Desert, and there are not that many kind-hearted people who are brave enough to encourage people to live and survive.
His figure quickly disappeared into the yellow sand in the sky.
In the eyes of outsiders, this is an act of suicide.
But only He Lingchuan himself knew that when the violent wind and sand rushed past him, he would automatically avoid it.
There wasn't even a grain of fallen sand on the cloak, it was clean.
Chapter completed!