The two met inside Ji Yuan's rented Cave Mansion.
Having not seen each other for several months, Brother Wen seemed much more fatigued, with worry etched deeply across his brows.
Clearly, with the opening of Rashamon Sea imminent, the disciples of the Black and White Divine Hall from Lindong City found these times extremely tough.
After a few cups of Heart's Desire Wine, Brother Wen's tongue loosened.
"You know, a few years ago, a group of sand pirates emerged in the Northwest Sand Prison, haven't they? I suppose Brother Li must have heard of it."
Ji Yuan's right hand, holding the wine, paused slightly.
"I heard something about that."
"More and more people are coming to our Black and White Divine Hall about it, saying that group of sand pirates is lawless, even more so than the Demon Dao. Our Black and White Divine Hall can't sit idly by."
"So Brother Wen has been in the Northwest Sand Prison recently?"
