Hong Xiangjun watched from afar, but there were too many people, and the distance too great. Even with her neck fully stretched, she couldn’t make out Hong Wenbin’s figure among them. But in her heart, she vaguely felt that her foster brother, Hong Wenbin, must be within this team! The magnificent caravan began its departure, the lengthy human dragon climbing over dune after dune, its end not visible to the eye. "Let’s go, follow them!" Dong Huiying glanced at the caravan, then Liang Haoming lifted her onto a camel, and the two of them rode it together. Hong Xiangjun also followed, including several other camels loaded with tents, food, and all their belongings joined the procession. The desert was too open and barren of cover, and thus the three were quickly spotted by others. "Mu Lu, what are those three doing? Why are they continuously following us?" Mu Lu also looked back, then said, "I’ll go ask." Mu Lu turned around and rode toward the three. Dong Huiying, as if she had anticipated this, nestled into Liang Haoming’s embrace, feigning a weak demeanor, and reluctantly said, "The leader of Nu Woer is a truly great figure. We had heard some legendary tales about the leader of Nu Woer while we were in Zhongtu, so we also wanted to pay our respects for a stretch of the way." Mu Lu frowned, glanced at Hong Xiangjun, "You can’t follow too closely." Hong Xiangjun nodded repeatedly, and afterward, Mu Lu returned to the formation, while the three blatantly lagged behind the funeral procession. The winds and sands of The Outside howled for two days and nights, and they finally saw the so-called Sea of Sand. Nu Woer’s body was laid in the coffin, and this "Sea of Sand" was actually a Quicksand Region. "Wen Bin, hold on!" a man draped in white linen, shackled at the wrists and ankles, supported another man who was very tall but had a scar across his face, yet still handsome. The man’s skin was somewhat rough; The Outside’s dry and irritable climate had transformed his once fair complexion into a bronze hue. Hong Wenbin coughed lightly, and weakly said, "The Sea of Sand is just ahead. Are you all prepared?" The man nodded lightly, "Rest assured, everything is ready! We’re just waiting for the right moment." Hong Wenbin forcefully closed his eyes but let out a mocking smile, "They want us to join Nu Woer in death, but they’ll need the fortune to do it!" He sneered coldly, his mind recalling Nu Woer set off for the Golden Triangle months earlier from The Outside. He had calculated that, having once received favors from a "Sir," he would poison Nu Woer night and day, afflicting him with a strange disease that no one could cure. This peculiar illness caused endless insomnia, only relieved by Knockout Drugs, along with severe palpitations and abdominal pain. By his estimation, Nu Woer would die silently within two years, at the latest, in half a year, and no one would suspect him. However, he hadn’t predicted that during Nu Woer’s journey to the Golden Triangle—for two herbs—he would die in the river. Does heaven indeed punish the wicked? It seemed to have spared her after all! Only, her death was so sudden that Hong Wenbin had to adjust his original plans. A warrior woman raised her whip and struck Hong Wenbin. He grunted in pain, his eyes full of forbearance, but the man beside him flashed a look.