These people, both their skin and clothing have been weathered by the sandstorm. They walked towards us without hesitation, looking at Li Ang and the others' sand sled, touching and picking through the Demon materials.
"What are you doing?"
Zoe blocked their way, furrowing her brow, much like a small animal whose carefully collected chestnuts were being rummaged through.
The leader, wearing a short shirt and cloak, had numerous knife scars on his exposed arms and face. His gaze lingered on Zoe and Dorothy's faces and bodies for a moment before he opened his mouth to speak:
"You guys aren't even the sandland merchants; you don't understand the rules at all."
Zoe tilted her head: "Rules."
"There's no such rules." Li Ang shielded the girls behind him, blocking these people's view. "I've been to the Salem Sky Realm plenty of times; I know that only a big fist counts as a rule."
The scarred man grinned: "Seems like you're not just some ordinary pretty boy. Ever heard of our name?"
