"In the depths of the desert, aren't there even more terrifying things?"
Zhou Yu was not familiar with the terrain here.
But upon hearing Que'er's words, Zhou Yu also immediately realized the problem.
Both he and Que'er looked towards the cultivator with the surname Niu.
The cultivator with the surname Niu smiled faintly:
"Miss Que'er, no need to panic."
"Conventionally, there would indeed be more flying ants deeper in the desert."
"However, the black desert wind has already reached Black Sand City."
"Therefore, the depths of the desert are, on the contrary, safe."
"As it happens, I need to handle something deep in the desert."
"Rest assured!"
"I won't let anything happen to you."
Upon hearing this, Que'er hesitated, although she still felt something was amiss.
But now, being in this dangerous place, she could only follow the arrangements of the cultivator with the surname Niu.
