Shi Motong

"Who goes there!"

Shi Motong's eyes narrowed, and she instantly took a defensive stance. A simple, ancient-looking bracelet slowly revolved beside her wrist.

Ye Kang struggled out and hurriedly said, "It's a misunderstanding! I was just passing through! The sandstorm swept me in!"

As he spoke, he raised both hands and put on a harmless expression.

That was right. Ye Kang had already spotted the approaching martial artists through the Wu Wang Azure Pupil.

On the one hand, he was surprised that anyone lived in such a hellish place.

On the other, he was extremely cautious. Since he had just arrived, it was best not to draw too much attention. Acting a little foolish would be ideal.

And acting was something he was good at.

After hearing Ye Kang's words, the group did not let down their guard. The One-eyed Man in particular looked thoroughly unfriendly.

"Passing through a place like this, then getting caught in a sandstorm by accident? Who do you think you're fooling?"

As he spoke, he viciously drew a black saber.

Ye Kang backed away again and again. "Big brother, I'm really not lying. I'm a Rogue Cultivator with no one to rely on. I heard people were making a fortune around here, so I came to try and make a living. Who knew the desert would be so huge? I couldn't find my way out at all! I finally ran into you today—I'm so excited!"

Ye Kang looked honest, and his tone was absurdly foolish, as if he really were an ignorant, reckless youth.

Hearing him say that, Shi Motong seemed to relax a little.

"Another one who believed the rumors and came here to suffer."

"Motong, don't trust this kid so easily. He looks like a schemer to me—not a good person."

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