The two seem to blend into one with the desert, the sky and the sun.

One hour.

Two hours.

It was getting darker.

The two remained motionless, as if completely petrified, like two statues standing alone in the desert.

The stars change.

The night passed quickly.

The next morning... the sun in the sky slowly rose to the east.

When the world brought the first light of dawn, the two finally slowly straightened their stiff waists and creaked.

"It seems that I don't want to see us anymore."

The plain way of clouds and sky.

Cang Jie nodded calmly, "The Sword Slave of the Seven Great Ancient Swords has always had no good impression of us ordinary people."

"Then I'm going to be forced."

The calm path of clouds and view the sky.

Cang Jie nodded slowly, "It's a thrust."
Chapter completed!