The old man had been gone for more than half an hour.
Whether in the desert or the oasis, there was no trace of another living person. Between heaven and earth, only Jiang Qiao remained, lying in a chair and quietly gazing at the bright full moon on the horizon.
To the very end, he had not made a move to capture the other man.
His subconscious instincts told him that the old man was not easy to deal with. Even if he went all out, he might not be able to keep him there.
Since that was the case.
There was no need to waste his time.
"Whew—"
Jiang Qiao drew a deep breath before turning over and getting to his feet. He patted his clothes and smoothed out the wrinkles caused by his awkward posture, then finally revealed a smile.
"Trying to persuade me not to go to Fishbone Temple."
"You really don't have good intentions. At my level, how could I be scared off by a few words?"
"If anything, you've made me want to go and see what secrets Fishbone Temple is hiding."
"That rotten old man is a real piece of work!"
He picked up the reclining chair, folded away the parasol, and stuffed both into the Ghost Skin Pocket. Then he stomped his foot, and his entire body seemed to lose its weight as he drifted away from the oasis.
It had poured earlier in the night, but the ground was not muddy in the slightest.
There was not even a drop of water on the shrubs or grass.
It was as if the rain had been nothing more than an illusion.
The desert's native lizards and venomous snakes, however, had already emerged to move about under cover of night. On a distant dune,