Before the tent on the sandy ground.
Yi Feng put away the Great Sword and glanced speechlessly at the scattered corpses around him.
"Damn it..."
"I waited seriously for so long, thinking some formidable character might show up, but it turned out to be another bunch of worthless trash. Isn't that just a waste of my mood?"
"What kind of bullshit Meteor God Palace is this? They bragged as if they were so incredible, so why are they all this kind of scum? Can't they send some real experts?"
After cursing a few times, Yi Feng plopped down onto the long bench.
Only after sitting down did he notice that the previous battle had blasted several pits beside him. Red clay had actually been blown out from beneath the sand, giving him a small and unexpected delight.
"Hey, there's even something this good!"
Though it was not quite panning for gold in a sea of sand, finding red clay in a place like this was still rare. Having lived in the sand sea for so long, Yi Feng had constantly felt dry. Even with enough food and water, his face seemed to have grown rough.
Seeing how bright the sky was, as though it was a rare day of fine weather.
Yi Feng hurriedly dug up some clay and mixed it with the water he had brought. Before long, a handmade facial mask was ready. It left his face cool, smooth, and tender as he lay back on the long bench to enjoy another sunbath, his mood turning wonderfully pleasant.
Anyway, he was simply waiting here for death. Being more comfortable was also one of life's pleasures.
Watching such strange behavior, Liu Runan and his son, hovering in the sky, finally let out quiet sighs of relief.
Liu Changfeng's Soul