"As early as a year ago, we noticed this trend. Sandstorms in the Binxu Desert were occurring abnormally often, far more frequently than historical climate records showed, so we began to suspect that Undead were up to something deep in the desert.
"To investigate, we sent countless scouts and spies deep into the desert over the past year. Now, at last, we have a rough picture."
Yu Zhengxing began discussing the business at hand. "Two or three thousand li into the Binxu Desert lies Xunfeng Valley. After meticulous reconnaissance and assessment, we believe the sandstorms originate there.
"The terrain around Xunfeng Valley is unusual. Several sand mountains surround it, making it easy for winds to form within the valley. Moreover, the underground spirit veins lean toward fire, creating pronounced temperature differences overhead and turbulent air currents. The slightest change in the weather can trigger a sandstorm.
"Historically, most sandstorms along the border originated there, but they never reached their present intensity. We suspect the Undead have made some special arrangements in Xunfeng Valley, but the people we sent to investigate on several occasions were either killed or injured. Not one succeeded.
"That is why I summoned you. Unless we resolve this problem, another dozen or so sandstorms like this could bury half the protective forest belt."
Hou Niao raised his head. "My assignment? And where is this compensation you mentioned?"
Yu Zhengxing spoke as though it were only natural. "Uncover the secret behind Xunfeng Valley's abnormal weather. Hmm, I think there ought to be some sort of treasure there. Seize it, and it is yours. I guarantee I will not report it to the sect."
Hou Niao felt vicious anger rising in his heart. "That's it? Why don't I just fucking wipe out all the Undead in the desert instead,