On the third day, at noon, the army of the Sandpeople finally arrived. Quite clearly, the Sandpeople separated into two distinct groups. Although they maintained some semblance of formation, overall, they remained in disarray.
"Shali, I am certain to win this time, there's absolutely no way you can beat me." a Quicksand soldier shouted loudly.
A four-armed Quicksand soldier standing next to him disdainfully replied, "Fengcao, the quality of your warriors is nothing to write home about." The two men locked eyes before hastening their own pace.
However, as they continued onward, the two of them came to a halt: "What's going on? Why is there a big rock blocking the way? The map we were given indicated that this was a passable route."
"Leader, we don't know either, but we can't get past it now. This rock is too big. Even if a few of us could get past, I'm afraid the others can't. Let's try taking a detour."
