In a small town, the wind and sand swept through, creating a howling sound as they blew past various coverings.

Two culprits stood by a street vendor eating noodles, occasionally getting sand in their mouths, and communicating telepathically.

"Bull, I've compared the three pill recipes, and there's no problem."

Chen Xun's eyes were filled with determination as he took a big bite of noodles. "The next step is to get the spiritual herbs."