"Stay here and rest for the time it takes to burn one incense stick."
Amid the blowing sand, the disciples of Mount Xiyue cast spells one after another, raising a massive Sky Curtain Barrier.
They were already deep in the Crimson Wasteland. The sandstorm filled the sky, making it nearly impossible to discern direction—and here, even cultivators' divine senses were severely restricted.
It was as if, somewhere beyond perception, a will existed that looked down upon the greedy lives on the earth.
"Sister, have something to eat. These are local specialties from Lianzhou. I brought them back when I returned home last month."
The young junior brother approached enthusiastically.
In truth, the disciples of Mount Xiyue had always gotten along well—at least, the Twins had once shared a deep bond with their fellow disciples... But that did not include the young junior brother before them.
He was someone who had appeared later—in the lives of the Twins.
"Thank you, Junior Brother Youwei." Twin Sister smiled as she accepted the food. Her gaze immediately dimmed, and she sighed. "If Duobao were here, he would definitely be happy. He loved eating the most."
"Senior Sister Ziyan, don't worry. Uncle-Master said that Junior Brother Duobao is blessed with good fortune and longevity. He'll definitely survive this danger." Junior Brother Youwei comforted her.
"Right, Junior Brother Youwei, I want to ask you something." Twin Sister suddenly asked, "I remember that before we prepared to act at Bodhi Great Fort, we said it was to intercept White Steel City... Ziyan and I had only just returned, so we weren't very clear about the intelligence behind this operation. Where exactly did it come from?"
"I'm not entirely sure either." Junior Brother Youwei shook his head. "We're just following the two Uncle-Masters. I heard that the two