Kun Ling's heart settled. He knew his uncle-in-law had a way.
He had three of the Teleportation Talismans his uncle-in-law had mentioned. His uncle-in-law had specially given them to him before their departure, and he had nearly forgotten about them.
Kun Ling suddenly thought of something. "What about Xu Chunniang? Uncle-in-law, have you ever given her any Teleportation Talismans?"
"No. She has grasped a little of the rudiments of Space Law. If she gets separated, she should be able to find a way to catch up. And if she cannot, I have ways of finding her."
Golden Armor King's tone was indifferent. Refining those Teleportation Talismans was no easy task. Kun Ling was his own nephew, which was why he had received three. There was no need to waste them on Xu Chunniang.
Hearing this, Kun Ling felt smug. So what if Xu Chunniang was valued by his uncle-in-law? She was still an outsider, unable to compare with his place in his uncle-in-law's heart.
Xu Chunniang knew nothing of the conversation between Golden Armor King and Kun Ling. Seeing Kun Ling quiet down, she was happy for the peace and continued doing her utmost to make herself inconspicuous.
The dust-storm turbulence had only just vanished, yet the entire terrain of Prison Sand Mountain had been forcibly shaved down by dozens of zhang.
All the sand beasts had hidden away without a trace. After traveling hundreds of thousands of li, they had not seen even a single sand beast.
After hurrying onward for a month, someone sensed that something was amiss and questioned Golden Armor King, who was leading the way.
"Golden Armor, are you certain this is the right route? At the pace we've kept these past days, we should have crossed nearly half of Prison Sand Mountain. Why have