Master's Demeanor

"Not bad! I really haven't seen scenery like this in any other scorching place!"

Li Yunjing sent his agreement through a voice transmission.

After traveling five hundred miles, the group of cultivators saw a hazy expanse of fog ahead. They could barely make out what lay in front of them.

In fact, it was all underground oil and magma that occasionally bubbled up and burned, turning the area into a sea of flames.

Suddenly, a piercing cry rang out in the sky. A gigantic Golden Eagle spread its wings, spanning a full thirty-three zhang, and whipped up a fierce gale as it flew over the group, sending yellow sand swirling everywhere.

Since entering the desert, this was the first time Li Yunjing and the others had seen a living creature!

On the Golden Eagle's back stood dozens of people, all dressed in black. They seemed a little surprised to see the group below, too.

However, judging by the group, this was just an ordinary caravan, and the people aboard showed no ill intent!

Who would transport a priceless treasure in a caravan?

Even if ordinary low-grade materials were piled up in huge quantities, how much could they be worth?

"They're from the Nether Ghost Sect!"

Fu Chao sent a message.

"Ignore them! We can't attack just because of a handful of people at a time like this!"

Li Yunjing remained expressionless as he communicated with Fu Chao, Yu Yunyi, and Lu Ruoxi.

The Golden Eagle circled over the group twice more, stirring up quite a commotion among the caravan. But Nangong Yuan shouted loudly, and everyone soon settled down.

At the same time, Nangong Yuan signaled to his people below to raise a black banner with the words "Nangong" embroidered on it in gold lettering.

The banner snapped and fluttered