As soon as Feng Weibing finished speaking, windblown sand filled his mouth.
He raised a hand to wipe his face, spat out the yellow sand, and looked at Yang Xiao. They had talked for so long, yet they still had no idea what this young Deputy General thought.
"Since everyone has made up their minds, there's no need to wait any longer."
Yang Xiao shook his head. He had already decided to set out, so there was nothing more to say.
"Then let's go!"
Feng Weibing paused, as though swallowing the last of his hesitation. "If we wait any longer, Baisha Commandery will be gone."
Han Chuan and Lü Heng exchanged a glance, but neither raised any further objections.
They were still worried. Almost everything ahead was demon territory, where they would be isolated and without support, and there was a strong chance that a Pill Pattern Demon King held command there.
But they also acknowledged that Yang Xiao was their superior. Naturally, they had to obey his orders.
Feng Weibing took a rolled map from inside his robe and spread it out on the ground.
The wind and sand were too fierce, whipping the hide map back and forth.
He had no choice but to crouch down, weigh one corner down with a stone, and pin another beneath his boot before pointing to the northwestern border on the map.
"There are seven natural passes along Baisha Commandery's northwestern border."
His finger slowly traced a string of markings on the map. "Ridges, gorges, barren hills-all interwoven. The terrain breaks up the wind and sand, keeping them roaming along the desert's edge, unable to enter Baisha Commandery."
The seven wind passes lined the northwestern border like seven sluice gates.
Now all those gates had fallen, and Yellow Wind Mountain's wind and