"Aaaaw-"
The Gray Eagle let out a long cry, flapped its wings, and flew into the distance.
That was the direction of the Mara Dynasty.
The Great Li Dynasty would hand certain troublesome prisoners over to the Mara Dynasty for help with interrogation.
Ning Yuanzhou, the founder of Flowing Sand, was one of them.
All this time, the news that Ning Yuanzhou was imprisoned in the Mara Dynasty had been considered top secret.
Very few people knew.
But that did not mean no one did.
Wu Pengfei knew of one important figure who constantly kept track of Ning Yuanzhou-the Minister's son, Wang Tianque!
Wang Tianque had personally delivered Ning Yuanzhou here.
The reason they had not killed him, despite keeping him imprisoned for so long,
was that he held an earth-shattering secret, one Young Master Wang wanted to obtain.
But Ning Yuanzhou kept his lips tightly sealed about that secret. Even after being handed over to the Mara Dynasty's interrogators, he had never spoken.
No one knew what the secret was.
Now that the brat had sneaked into the Skeleton Desert, he had most likely come for that secret...
Wu Pengfei stared into the pitch-black night, his eyes flickering.
He thought he had seen through Ning Que's purpose in coming to the desert, unaware that he was completely wrong.
Ning Que had come to rescue Ning Yuanzhou.
The closer they drew to the Mara Dynasty, the fiercer the wind and sand became.
The night was bitterly cold, and the figures of Ning Que and his two companions looked especially tiny in the boundless desert.
Yi Tao's teeth chattered. "B-Brother Ning, are we really going to the Mara Dynasty?"
"No one who goes to the Mara Dynasty ever meets a good end..."
Ning Que replied mildly, his expression calm, "It's different.