No sooner had Shen Haoran and Murong Wanqing spoken than two figures appeared on a distant sand dune, supporting each other and stumbling as they fled—it was Ling Feng and his junior sister, Duan Ruyan.
But the two of them were a wretched sight. Their robes were soaked crimson with blood, their faces pale. On Ling Feng's back was the long-unconscious Shi Dahuo.
As the pair fled for their lives, they kept glancing back, their faces filled with rage. A moment later, a group of Martial Artists appeared behind them, clearly chasing Ling Feng and his two companions.
"Go get 'em, boys! Kill the two men, but as for the woman... drag her back to be my Lady of the Stronghold. I'm gonna have some real fun with her!" The burly man licked his lips as he watched the two stumbling figures, his booming laughter causing Duan Ruyan's face to flush crimson with fury and shame.
