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The riverbed that was dried up millions of years ago, was a deep blue that seemed to have frozen and filled the entire sky. It was like yellow sand coming from a rainshop, and when the yellow sand blew onto Wu Cunjing's silver mask, it emitted a small sound.

Wu Cunjing was already used to wearing this silver mask on his face. His brothers of the Sand Bandit did not know that their boss was their sixth son,, who was once deeply favored by the Emperor of Great Sheng Wu Yue. He had already gotten used to the way these Sea of Sands lived. Aside from the sun and the barely discernible distant mountains, there was no other reference object within the endless Sea of Sands, and there might also be wild beasts. There were no plants or frogs in this place, only a vast expanse of yellow sand.

Wu Ming and Wu Cunjing were riding on horses side by side, walking in the afterglow of the sunset. Even though the relationship between the two wasn't really that harmonious, Yu Prince's Highness Wu Cunjing was one of the most beloved sons of Emperor of Great Sheng Wu Gun, and Ming Prince Wu Ming was a prince that had been coldly neglected by his own royal father and ministers.

His Royal Highness enjoyed all the beautiful things in the world: rights, reputation, money, beauties ?

Ming Prince Wu Ming saw through the limits of the human world's warmth.

Right now, they were not much different from each other, because they were both wanted by the Wu Mian, Emperor of Holy Sheng. His originally biological brother, at this moment, didn't know what to say. Wu Ming was very curious as to how his sixth brother managed to become the head of the Sand Bandit.

Who would have thought that this duke's sixth brother would turn into a gust of wind and become the king of the endless Sea of Sands. Wu Ming immediately reverted back to addressing himself as Wang Tong in front of Wu Cunjing, and joked, wanting to use his humorous way to break the awkward situation between the two.

Wu Cunjing sarcastically replied: "I never thought that my seventh brother would also become a wanted criminal in the imperial court. I heard that you started the army here, but I didn't expect you to become the Sand Bandit's prey."

I have not become a prey to the wind, and if we were to fight, I'm afraid it would be the death of your brother. On the other hand, why did you come here to become the head of the Sand Bandit?

I was their prey. The glorious days of the past seemed to have long left Wu Cunjing. His way of addressing himself no longer used to calling himself "This King." He had already gotten used to calling himself "I".

Originally, after the cleansing of the Wu Mian, Emperor of Holy Sheng, Yu Prince Wu Cunjing had escaped towards the south. The thousand personal guards he brought out of the Yu Prince Palace to protect him, all of these loyal to the heart, died on the way out. Until Wu Cunjing fled into the endless Sea of Sands s by himself. There were no more Emperor of Holy Sheng soldiers chasing after him.

Because the endless Sea of Sands was said to be the location of Ghost Clan, the army of Emperor of Holy Sheng stopped in their tracks after chasing for a while. Another reason why the Emperor of Holy Sheng's army that was chasing after Wu Cunjing did not pursue him any further was because he knew that for an unprepared person to rush into the endless Sea of Sands without any food or water source, was equivalent to declaring his death.

He extended his arms towards the sky and called out the screeching cactus, and the willow tree hanging upside down on the dark river, these things that His Highness the Yu Prince would normally not pay attention to became the only hope for Wu Cunjing. Cactus can satisfy hunger. Where there is sand, there may be water.

The wind and sand that were rushing towards him like rain, the scorching ground were all Wu Cunjing's death talismans. The prince, with his noble status, no longer cared. His life on the run made him understand that survival was the most important thing. Wu Cunjing grabbed a thorny cactus and quickly peeled off the thorny skin before placing it in his mouth and started to wolf it down.

Some of the thorns on the cactus that had not been pulled out completely pierced through his exquisite skin, Wu Cunjing did not care at all, he only wanted to use the rare water in the cactus to keep himself alive.

When Wu Cunjing, who thought he had escaped, lied down in the yellow sand to catch his breath, a lone goose flew over his head. He thought this was a revelation from the heavens. Wu Cunjing looked at the lone goose flying in the sky and felt like his throat was about to spew smoke.

He had only not drunk any water for half a day. The cactus he had consumed not too long ago did not have much effect on his thirst quenching.

Wu Cunjing who was still worrying about the lack of water had been surrounded by a group of Sand Bandit.

The Sand Bandit s who were previously hiding in the yellow sand brandished their weapons and rushed towards Wu Cunjing who was gasping for breath in the yellow sand. These Sand Bandit were dressed in rags, and the filth on their bodies looked as if they had never taken a bath in their entire lives. Their skin, exposed to the dirt and grease of their clothes, was covered in black dust.

Wu Cunjing looked at the group of Sand Bandit that were crazily charging towards him, and felt that even if he wasn't killed by these Sand Bandit s, he would be disgusted to death by them.

It was only later on that Wu Cunjing found out that the leader of these Sand Bandit was a guy called Feng Feng. Feng Feng was a little old man in his forties. His years of living in Sand Bandit had given him the ability to determine how much his prey could sell for, but it didn't teach him the ability to differentiate between a piece of fat meat and a piece of steel.

Wu Cunjing's body was also very dirty, but from the clothes that he wore, which were covered in blood and dirt, it could be seen that the materials were very valuable. He thought there were beautiful patterns on it, and even golden lines glittering in the sunlight.

Wu Cunjing was different from a gust of wind. Having lived like a prince in the Sand Bandit for a long time, had long forgotten his intuition towards danger. He was used to letting the Sand Bandit at the forefront die for him while he charged.

Wu Cunjing was different, he was once the Yu Prince who led a great army. Wu Cunjing instantly recognized a gust of wind from the group of Sand Bandit s. A gust of wind thought he was facing a fallen fat sheep, but a gust of wind did not think he would die at the hands of a fat sheep. He used his few remaining Soul Power s to kill a gust of wind, and reclaimed all the Sand Bandit s under him.

The Sand Bandit did not care about who their leader was. Instead, they were happy that they had sided with a stronger leader. A group of thirty to forty people could only be considered a small group of Sand Bandit. With this kind of strength, as long as they encountered a small army, they would be annihilated.

To the Sand Bandit, every single member was precious, because manpower represents combat power. However, the desert's living environment, the lack of supplies and medicine could easily take away the Sand Bandit's life.

However, if there was a strong leader within the group, then it would be an extremely good thing for the entire Sand Bandit. This was because it would greatly reduce the number of casualties in battle.

Wu Ming looked at the fallen Wu Cunjing. The current Wu Cunjing no longer had the temperament of a king.

A cold spring flower, with a face full of the vicissitudes of autumn. Wu Ming sighed in the bottom of his heart.