The sky gradually darkened.
The sandstorm showed no sign of stopping, still dancing wildly outside the inn, while the howling wind rang endlessly in their ears, deafeningly loud.
However, as night fell, the temperature gradually dropped as well, turning chilly.
At some point, a figure emerged from the inn.
That figure was Fang Li.
Fang Li raised his head and looked at the raging sandstorm before him, yet without any hesitation, he lifted his feet and stepped into the desert.
"Whoosh—!"
Amid the howling wind, grains of sand continually struck Fang Li's body, bringing a stinging pain to his skin.
Fang Li simply kept walking through the desert until the inn was no longer visible.
Only after he had gone an extremely great distance did Fang Li stop.
"Alright, come out."
Fang Li said this rather abruptly.
"You've been watching me from the shadows all this time. That must have been hard on you. Now that I'm out here, you don't need to worry about being discovered by Shana and Sylvie, do you?"
His words were swiftly swallowed by the raging sandstorm.
Yet a figure suddenly descended from midair.
"Sharp senses, indeed."
"Worthy of praise."
Those two indifferent voices revealed exactly who had come.
"Then, what does the renowned Ten Thousand Threaded Hands want with me?" Fang Li looked at the figure ahead of him and smiled without the slightest surprise. "I have some guesses, but I'd still like to hear it from the two of you."
Fang Li's words made Wilhelmina turn her gaze toward him, meeting his eyes.
However, Wilhelmina did not immediately state her purpose.
Though it was somewhat roundabout for her, Wilhelmina still asked a question.
"Do you know of the Promised Pair?"
At that, Fang Li's brows rose slightly.
—The Promised Pair.
It was not