"I see…" muttered Yan Zheke, excited and motivated. She then looked up in thought. "Are you going to throw yourself into mortal combat for the final breakthrough?"
Before Lou Cheng could answer, he heard a sound. He grabbed and pulled her behind a dune, where they concealed themselves.
Twenty seconds later, a few figures dashed past them, sweeping up sand and stones as they headed for the Port City, Fartouat.
Yan Zheke peered at them, then whispered, "They aren't weak…"
"Three quasi-Dan Stage experts. They don't seem like Nile natives. Probably travellers eager to get out of this mess," Lou Cheng rubbed at his swelling temples. "Ke Ke, I'm gonna take a nap. Stay on watch."
While preserving the Wholeness Formula, he wanted to confront any arising situations in his best form while they were in Fartouat.
"Got it." Yan Zheke agreed without making a fuss. She had forgotten about her question from before.
