The yellow sand filled the sky, and the wild wind howled.
Old Zhang clutched Wang Xian's body with one arm while flinging several talismans glowing with azure light with the other.
The runes burned in the wind, whipping up a roaring cyclone that swept the master and disciple into its folds. In the blink of an eye, their figures vanished into the boundless sea of sand.
"Don't run!"
The Yin-Yang Sect woman's furious shout pierced the wind and sand, but she was ultimately a step too late.
"Disciple, come with your master back to Phoenix City to avoid this disaster!"
Amid the howling gale, Old Zhang's voice reached Wang Xian's ears in broken fragments.
At the same time, he rummaged through Mu Qingfeng's Storage Ring, found ten Spirit Stones flickering with fluorescent light, and stuffed them into Wang Xian's sand-covered palm.
Wang Xian narrowed his eyes, his face beneath the bamboo hat gloomy as still water.
He spat out saliva mixed with sand and gritted his teeth. "I say, Master, where exactly are you planning to sell me?"
"Nonsense!"
Old Zhang blew out his beard and glared as he shouted, "Would your master be the sort of person who sells his disciple to curry favor?"
"I'd say you look exactly like one!" Wang Xian yelled into the wind, his voice instantly torn to shreds by the gale.
The master and disciple did not know how long they had fled. At last, the imposing outline of Phoenix City appeared in the distance.
Old Zhang let out a long breath, halted, and landed on the official road.
At last, he could breathe a sigh of relief.
The master and disciple began chatting.
"I say, disciple, why did your eyes turn blue after you weathered your tribulation in Sand City on the Heavenly