The moment the path appeared, Qin An raised an eyebrow.
When he had first arrived, they had given him no response. Only after he spoke had they opened a path for him.
Clearly, the Holdouts of the Yellow Sand Forbidden Land did not welcome him. They did not even want to see him.
This visit would likely be difficult. His status as Savior might not carry much weight here.
But Qin An gave it no more thought. Once the Yellow Sand parted, he followed the path it had opened into its depths.
As he walked deeper, the swirling sand thinned considerably. Visibility was still poor, but walking was no longer a problem.
At the end of the sandy path hovered a blurry point of light. He could not make it out clearly.
Only when Qin An drew closer did he see what it looked like.
The glow stood as tall as a person. It was not dazzling, but gave off a gentle light.
The air around it warped in the glow, leaving everything hazy.
A voice emerged from the light and reached Qin An's ears.
"Since Lord Qin has come, please step inside and talk. The Yellow Sand Forbidden Land supports the Savior, so we should naturally show you some hospitality."
The words sounded courteous and proper, as though they truly welcomed Qin An.
But Qin An heard a false note beneath them, along with a trace of disgust they could not quite hide.
It was like having an unwelcome guest in one's home: too polite to throw him out, but willing to do no more than go through the motions.
None of that mattered to Qin An. First, he needed to meet them.
Without another thought, Qin An stepped into the light.
A blur swept over him, obscuring