1175 Harmattan Wind

The sky in the southwest was a dusky yellow, even a little hint of red on the far horizon. The red clouds looming over the city were like the foreshadowing in exploration movies, the few heart-thumping moments before some monster jumped out at the lead characters.

The incoming storm reminded Zhang Zian of the sandstorms in the northern parts of China.

Right then, Vladimir rushed over, complaining, "What the meow? What is with all the cats here? I had just gathered them all and was getting ready to inform them of the superiority of the Meow Meow Doctrine, and yet they all scattered into the wind the moment they saw the sandstorm in the distance!"

"You came back at the right time. The storm is coming, so don't run off on your own," Zhang Zian said. "The local strays must know how terrifying the storm is, so that's why they all ran away."

Vladimir had a whole lot of energy with nowhere for it to go, but there was nothing it could do about it anyway.