No player aside from Happy knew about the war in the desert palace and the fierce fight between the eight martial artists in the dao of heaven, along with the catastrophe of Tiger Soul's reappearance, and neither did they know that it happened hundreds of feet under the desert. Naturally, they did not know the situation underground either.
However, a group of martial artists in tattered clothing escorted two children outside the area where the black sandstorm raged. They moved quickly in the desert in alarm.
Thud thud thud thud…
There were more than one hundred men or women among them. Their qi realms were high, and they only left behind faint footprints on the soft sand hills. They moved as if they were flying.
Even the strongest horse-riding bandits in the desert would not dare to easily challenge this group of people.
