"Let's go. We'll rendezvous with Li Muwan and Cao Zongxi."
Wuxun rested for a moment before resuming the march.
After several Hours, they had crossed the lush oasis, braved the wild, sandy winds of the Gobi, and left the small path behind.
Beyond the valley ahead lay a boundless plain.
But just as they were passing through the valley...
A crushing mass of people emerged from both sides of the valley. Banners and flags fluttered in every direction, and the elite soldiers, their vitality surging like dragons, stood ready for battle, halberds in hand.
"So you've finally arrived."
A voice, laced with a smile and a hint of mockery, echoed through the valley.
Luo Lingxiao and Wuxun scanned their surroundings but couldn't locate the speaker.
They could only hear his voice, not see his face.
Luo Lingxiao snorted. "Is this the extent of your abilities? Laying a mere ambush in a canyon? Are you too cowardly to even show your face when you speak?"
