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As the group made their way through the desert, with sand and wind filling the sky, they looked rather bedraggled. Yet the Young Daoist did not even need to cover his mouth and nose.

The sandstorm seemed unable to affect his breathing or movement. He looked completely at ease, as if taking a leisurely stroll, while they moved slowly with their mouths and noses covered, barely able to open their eyes.

They could not help wondering how the Young Daoist managed it.

They could not see anything unusual. In truth, Chen Feng had true qi protecting his body, so these problems naturally did not exist for him.

He could control his true qi. Although Chen Feng was surrounded by it, they could not see it; they merely sensed a thin layer around him, which felt very strange.

But no matter how closely they looked, they could see nothing.

The group continued onward and finally reached the evening.

The desert was scorching during the day, but at night, it became extremely cold.

Amid the cold wind and sand, the air was filled with the scent of blood.

After their long journey, they had traveled far. Several corpses lay on the ground in the distance.

They went over to inspect them. The bodies appeared to have died only recently, but they had all shriveled up, as though all their blood and essence had been drained away.

"Those bandits did this!" Zhuang Wu's gaze sharpened.

Wang Hao nodded as well. "Those bandits are despicable!"

Zhuang Wu and the others buried the corpses in the desert, able only to shake their heads and sigh.

That night, everyone took out some food to eat and offered Chen Feng some as well. However, Chen Feng waved his hand and declined. With a flip of his hand,