In the wilderness, darkness stretched endlessly, with only a flicker of light from a sturdy green ox.
A man sat cross-legged on the back of the ox, hands folded in front of his chest, eyes shut tight, unperturbed by the bumpy road and the ox's gait.
Who else could it be but the "Martial Madman"?
Having traveled over a million miles from the Wind Thunder Mountain Range, Shen Hex, in his new guise, rode the ox with leisure and ease, like a dragon entering the sea, unrestrained and free.
As they can come, I can go!
These were his words to those people, part threat and part warning.
Despite being quite confident in the success of this arrangement, he had to admit the approach was somewhat risky.
But where in this world is there anything foolproof?
Other strategies carried risks too, even greater ones, and if they erupted, not just Sand Beast Valley but even he might not be able to save himself.
Therefore, after careful consideration, he opted for this plan.
