"I hope that the next time you meet the Maitreya Arhat ghost, someone will come to your rescue." Xia qingchen spoke indifferently.
Then, he took a step forward and left at an astonishing speed.
Taking advantage of the fact that the fog around them had yet to dissipate, Hua ziqing had no way of tracking them down.
"Detestable!" Hua ziqing said resentfully.
Half a day later.
At the border of the Western Desert.
In a desolate town.
This was the last city before they entered the Western Desert.
Many people would replenish their resources in the city before entering the West barren.
Xia qingchen arrived at a large courtyard in the southern part of the city.
He knocked on the door and stuffed his Holy Land identity token in.
The door of the residence immediately opened, revealing a young woman in her mid-20s. She was currently sizing up Xia qingchen with a surprised gaze.