Master, Your Knife Is Too Sharp. Will It Hurt Mistress?

Half a month later, around early August, a young man in tattered clothes lay on the sand in the Misty Desert.

His aura was calm, and his breath was steady. The surrounding sandstorm did not get close to him.

At that moment, the young man's fingers twitched, and he frowned slightly.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

In that instant, the unknown protection disappeared, and the wind and sand fell on him.

The scorching heat followed.

The blazing sun above made Chu Chuan uncomfortable.

It seemed his body had not endured such temperatures for a long time.

"What happened?" He slowly got up. He was completely unaware of his current situation.

Why had he fainted? How long had passed? He was utterly confused.

But as he looked around, he froze.

In front of him, a massive sand cave had appeared at some unknown point.

The cave was so vast that he could not see its end.

Within the cave stood a magnificent stone city.