The Mercenary King, Part III
Wu Jian did not know how her cultivation granted her an edge over the creatures of Sandstorm Abyss, but if they relied on sand for their techniques, then perhaps her blood cultivation would prove advantageous. Sand that became wet was harder to manipulate, so what would happen if it became wet with her blood?
In either event, they wouldn’t leave until tomorrow. Nights in the Qing Provinces desert were extremely cold. Going out when it was almost evening would be foolish. The Mercenary King told them they could reside within the palace for the night and head out in the morning.