1292 Not Going to Give You a Single Drop of Water

"I'm afraid not. The mark in my grandfather's map is very close to the Black Desert. But we don't really know how near or far it is until we get there. I cannot confirm anything until then!" Zhuo Qunfeng replied.

"I remember you said once that your grandfather and the others had to turn back halfway due to a big sandstorm, right?" Chen Xiaobei asked.

"Yes! There are no trees in the desert so there was nothing to keep the wind at bay. Sandstorms are even more terrifying than a Tsunami! Even a towering mountain of sand could be blown away to nothing by the wind. Even a person with our cultivation level would die buried under all that sand!"

Luo Puti frowned. Zhuo Qunfeng and Chen Xiaobei's combat powers were almost 100,000. Even they could die in a sandstorm? That really was alarming to hear!

"The weather has been good, and it's not a windy season. Hmm, I'm guessing there probably won't be any sandstorm, right?" Chen Xiaobei questioned, looking at the sky.