Whoosh...
A strong wind rose, the sky was cloudless, and rolling sands of the Ten Thousand Li of Yellow Sands came forth.
Seven figures appeared in Luo Chen's eyes.
Five bald monks clad in robes, among whom was Master Ci Hai, who had previously stopped them.
The other two, wearing ornate Daoist robes, one being Zhou Mingxuan, and the other unknown by name, yet the subtle mana fluctuations from him indicated he was no weakling.
They blocked the path of Luo Chen and Qing Shuang.
Mouthing phrases like "Heaven holds the virtue of benevolence" and "Amitabha Buddha," yet their intentions were for combat and slaughter.
Luo Chen sighed, "Friends, we are merely passing through the West Desert by chance; is it not excessive to pursue us so persistently?"
