Drifting Sand world.
The great desert.
At dawn, the sandstorms began to ravage the surroundings once again.
Gu Qing Shan stood still, silently thinking of a way to escape this world.
He only had a single day left, so there wasn't much time.
But right now, he couldn't even use his status as a member of the Justice Iron Fist Club.
Because the other side had a lot of leads to follow, including his appearance as well as the official job he took with a temporary party.
I killed the black-clothed man.
So the authorities might have already sent out personnel to search and surround both Little Dusk and myself.
Since the black market is most likely under the Holy Church of Death's control, going back there is the same as commiting suicide.
--------but without going there, I wouldn't be able to get on a flying transit to leave Drifting Sand world.
What a headache.
