Wang Xian turned his head and gazed out with his divine sense.
Only a few miles away, the once-quiet desert was suddenly churning with clouds of sand.
After a moment of silence, Wang Xian sighed. "They're overthinking it... That guy knocked me off a cliff back then, and now he's chased me all the way into the desert. Heh!"
Wuyue grumbled inwardly, but laughed aloud. "Think about it. If he hadn't knocked you off that cliff, how would you have gotten the ten-thousand-year-old ice crystal?"
Wang Xian froze for a moment.
Only then did he remember that he possessed the power of ice and fire within the Five Elements, but he still couldn't help giving a cold snort.
"He was dead set on killing me back then. That's an indisputable fact!"
Just as Wang Xian had said, whether it was Jiang Wenzheng back then or the young man today, they had both come here to kill him. What good intentions could they possibly have had?
Wuyue's divine sense swept through the billowing sand. She saw Jiang Yun'er, Jiang Wenzheng, bristling with killing intent, and Murong Yu, whose face was as cold as frost.
Who would have thought the Yin-Yang Sect would bring hundreds of people?
She disliked these people. A sect that used dual cultivation as its excuse was just like the Corpse Immortal Cult—one of the things Wuyue hated most.
In the wind and sand, Murong Yu wore not the slightest hint of a smile. She asked the woman behind her, "Are you sure that boy is hiding somewhere in this desert?"
Before them stretched an endless sea of yellow sand. Murong Yu couldn't imagine what Wang Xian had come here for.
The woman in green, her bearing ethereal and immortal, replied gravely, "We found him here before. Later,