The person who stood up was Zhao Sen!
*"Is there... a sand man in front of him?"* Yang Yan thought to himself.
Opposite Zhao Sen, another person stood.
It couldn't really be called a person, just a figure resembling a head.
Moreover, it was formed from sand, with an eerie appearance.
At this moment, Yang Yan heard faint voices.
"Junior Sister, did the sandstorm end so quickly?"
"Uh-huh, okay, let's go together then!"
It was Zhao Sen's voice!
Despite the massive noise of wind and sand rustling within the sandstorm,
Yang Yan's physique was the Emperor Body, and with concentration, he could naturally hear the words Zhao Sen spoke.
Indeed!
Yang Yan could also tell what the other was saying by reading their lips.
He understood lip-reading!
For cultivators, lip-reading wasn't difficult!
"Right, I need to let go of my Profound Qi, your reminder is very correct!" Zhao Sen seemed unaware of the surrounding intense wind and sand.
