"Have you heard? One of the Desert Wind Army's outposts was wiped out!"
"What? When did this happen?"
"Just a few days ago, they say not a single person was left alive."
"How is that possible!"
"It's true."
"Which force could be so formidable?"
"Rumor has it, it's the West Plain Dao Camp."
"West Plain? Dao Camp?"
At Crescent Oasis, in a small tavern, Zhang Yuan sat in the corner, sipping a unique Western Regions' kumis while eavesdropping on the boisterous discussions and whispers of the patrons around him.
Four days ago, after overseeing the corpses of the Cyan Wolf Camp bandits, he didn't immediately return to West Plain City.
Instead, he returned to Crescent Oasis.
Zhang Yuan now had adopted a different appearance, disguised as a down-and-out wandering hero.
Such characters were commonplace in the oasis, hardly noticeable.
The reason he came back here, of course, was with a purpose.
The main goal was to investigate the movements of the Desert Wind Army.
