Yu Xuan scoffed disdainfully, "Even fools know that you will try to prevent us from leaving the desert, so that the storm can swallow us up.
But I am curious, aren't you afraid of being buried in the desert yourself?"
"My task is to trap you to death in the desert, so I never thought that I would make it out alive!" His expression twisted slightly.
Feng Yueya shook her head, "You are truly loyal to Cang Qing, to the extent of sacrificing your life."
"However, your task probably won't be accomplished because we will definitely make it out of the desert," Yu Xuan retorted.
Feng Zixiao grew somewhat angry.
"Don't be so full of yourselves. You think you can walk out of the desert.
I am telling you, the storm is coming in an hour,
and even if you run faster than cheetahs, you will still be swallowed by the desert!"
Feng Yueya froze, her eyes sharpening slightly.
"Wasn't it said that the storm would only come in two days? How come it is arriving so soon?"
