"It's just up ahead."
The convoy sped through the desert, and Seventh raised his head, gazing intently at the distant mountains, his eyes gleaming with divine light.
The four figures standing halfway up the mountain were clearly visible to him.
"Make it quick."
The confidant sitting beside him spoke in a deep voice:
"According to the shipmaster's instructions, only take that little fellow named Wei Lingzhu. However, be cautious of the Western Believers around here."
Though he wasn't a Martial Arts Master, as the shipmaster's trusted subordinate, even Seventh, who had opened the Three Viscera, had to nod in agreement.
The convoy arrived at the foot of the mountain.
"Don't make a move immediately," the confidant ordered. "Try to use the lives of others to force out Wei Lingzhu's secret."
"She claims outwardly that her polished fist techniques and tempered skin will never regress, but I'm afraid it's not just that."
