The girl chuckled. "Wang Xian, let's see where you run this time!"
"Huh?"
Wang Xian looked utterly bewildered. "Then who are you?"
Before the girl could answer, "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" A dozen heads suddenly popped up around the sandpit. Fragrant breezes swept over him, and Wang Xian was dazzled by the sight.
Before he could come to his senses, more than a dozen hands had already hauled him out of the sandpit.
A long-haired woman in green giggled. "Miss, who would've thought this guy really did sneak back into the desert!"
"Mm, don't be afraid. We're disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect!"
"Wang Xian, I'm Jiang Yun'er!"
"Ah... Master, save me!"
Wang Xian had been about to call for Wuyue to save him, but then realized that woman had no way of rescuing him.
He had never dreamed that after escaping deep into the desert and finally fleeing the clutches of those three women, he would turn around and fall straight into the Yin-Yang Sect's firepit.
The women didn't wait for Wang Xian to struggle. They bound him up like a zongzi and tossed him onto a horse's back.
Then they rode off at breakneck speed, like a whirlwind.
Over the wind, Jiang Yun'er laughed. "You can scream until your throat gives out; it won't do you any good. Old Zhang owes my mother five hundred Spirit Stones, so I'm taking you as payment!"
"Pfft!"
Wang Xian nearly spat up a mouthful of blood.
It was nearly noon.
The sound of hooves rose on the wind, followed by Nalan Mingyue's voice. "Wang Xian, come out, quickly!"
"Wang Xian, I'm here." That was Liu Chenyu's voice.
"Stop calling. We don't even know if he's here." That was Dongfang Mingyue's voice.
Only Old Zhang said nothing. He leaped down from his horse