Xiong Wanjin's Prodigal Demeanor

Early the next morning, when the sky was only beginning to lighten, the eastern gate of Western Di City rumbled open.

Long Cheng stood atop the low, dilapidated gate tower, quietly watching Lin Qi and his group ride Sand Camels out of Western Di City. He rubbed the stubble on his chin hard, a particularly malicious smile spreading across his face.

"Lin Qi, it's not that I, your big brother, am setting you up! With all those skills of yours, how could you waste them in that savage wilderness? Of course, you're not as wise and mighty, as heroic and dashing as I am, but you're still an outstanding man among men. The Blood Qin Empire is where you ought to show what you're capable of!"

"Tsk, that little brat Sha Xinyue is quite a looker, but how did she get involved with the Desert Temple? Still, not bad at all! She isn't one of those stinking nomad girls. The fact that she can cultivate the Desert Temple's supreme divine arts proves she has deep connections there."

"Good, very good! If the Desert Temple sticks its hand into this as well, it'll be far more interesting."

Throwing both arms into the air, Long Cheng roared at the dawn-red sky to the east, "If a true man cannot expand the borders and leave behind a legacy of eternal fragrance, then he should at least bring disaster upon the nation and leave behind a stench for ten thousand years! Pah! Damn it, that's bad luck. Naturally, I'll leave behind a legacy of eternal fragrance. The ones who oppose me will absolutely stink for ten thousand years, so foul no one can bear it. Once they die, dunk every last one of them in a latrine!"

Lin Qi and his group headed east