"And the second and third dangers?" Yan Chihuo asked.
"The second danger is the dust storms," Chu Tianxia said.
"Dust storms?" Yan Chihuo looked utterly baffled. This time, he truly felt that the Crimson Blood Desert was bizarre beyond measure.
Chu Tianxia placed her right hand on Yan Chihuo's shoulder and lazily straightened her posture a little. "After traveling about a hundred li from here, we'll reach the most troublesome Ten-Thousand-Zhang Flying Dust in this region—that is, these dust storms. Whether Cultivators or demons enter it, they feel as though they are carrying a thousand-jin burden. Their spiritual power drains rapidly, and movement becomes difficult. Only a very few types of demons are unaffected. This Bone-Ink-Scale Beast is one of them."
"So that's how it is," Yan Chihuo said.
"Though your servant doesn't know the strangeness of this place, he grew up in the Crimson Blood Desert. He knows that many places here are peculiar, so he knows we wouldn't do something so useless for nothing."
As they spoke, Yan Chihuo saw a cloud of flying dust rise in the desert not far away. Though he had not unleashed the full power of his Spiritual Eye, its power was still far from ordinary—yet he was unexpectedly unable to see through that cloud of dust.
"This is the Ten-Thousand-Zhang Flying Dust," Chu Tianxia said. "We can't feel it while we're in the carriage."
After saying that, she gazed at Yan Chihuo with eyes soft as silk.
Yan Chihuo pretended not to notice a thing. "And the third danger?"
A strange expression appeared on Chu Tianxia's face, with annoyance mingled with a measure of anger. She said resentfully, "Why are you still thinking about that?"
"You cultivate the Colorful Butterfly Twin Flight Art," Yan Chihuo said. "Though it isn't a harvesting-and-supplementing technique,