Wind Breath Valley

The desert winds rose, solitary smoke drifted beneath the low, setting sun.

The rosy clouds blazed like fire, and the wilderness seemed scorched by flames.

Beneath the despairing afterglow of the setting sun, Ye Kang followed Shi Motong and the others until they finally reached an enormous rocky valley.

The bare yellow rocks looked like menacing claws and fangs.

Strangely, the fierce yellow sand that raged outside weakened as soon as it reached the valley.

That was how the valley got its name: Wind Breath Valley.

Seeing Ye Kang's astonished expression, Shi Motong said, "We're here. You managed to keep up with our pace, so you have a decent foundation. Given time, reaching Spirit Transformation won't be a problem."

"Thank you, Sister Motong."

Ye Kang looked grateful, though he felt a little puzzled inside.

What level of strength did these people have?

There was no helping it. In the world of martial artists, asking someone directly about their cultivation was extremely rude, so he could only judge for himself.

"Hmph. A fool like him will be driven out in less than three days," the One-eyed Man said bluntly.

Shi Motong glared at him, but said nothing. She led Ye Kang into Wind Breath Valley.

At the Valley Entrance stood a squad of martial artists wearing leather armor and carrying spears. When they saw Shi Motong, the guards, who had been lounging around, immediately stood ramrod straight.

"Commander Shi, welcome back!"

"Mm."

Shi Motong strode inside without even looking at them.

Inside Wind Breath Valley stood rows of crude stone houses, haphazardly built from rocks and dirt. Martial artists dressed in rough mixtures of animal hides and cloth came and went.

There were both men and women among them, and some even appeared in family groups.

After seeing Shi Motong, most