The vast yellow sand drifted with the wind, completely blocking out the sunlight in the sky.
In mid-air, the words of the black-robed pseudo-god were chilling like millennium-old ice.
As soon as he spoke, the image began to blur.
In just a few breaths, the sand-formed image vanished.
Qin An watched this image disappear, his eyes as calm as still water.
He already had grievances with the person behind it, and was nearly deaf to the threats of the black-robed pseudo-god.
However, this also unraveled the doubts in his heart.
The woman was still alive, so he gained nothing after killing her.
But from the looks of it, she seemed not far from death anyway.
Qin An turned to look at the vast yellow sand, having long since tossed the pseudo-god's threats out of his mind.
"After returning, I'll practice the Scholar Profession proficiency, then advance to the Unity Realm. But before that, I'll first go to the task location to see if I can complete it."
