Si Yi flew the sword very fast, and they arrived at their destination just after dawn the next day.

"Brother, why did you stop?"

"Are you feeling guilty and planning to take me out for a nice meal?"

At that time, Zhao Zhao, who was dozing off in the middle of the night and was groggy, was wondering why Si Yi suddenly disappeared. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked by the desolate place.

Could it be that the system changed his world without his knowledge?

A gust of wind blew through the desolate grass, bringing countless yellow sands that covered Zhao Zhao's face and brought his wandering thoughts back to normal.

A large black robe sleeve suddenly appeared at the side, blocking his way.

"Thank you." A familiar cold fragrance came, and Zhao Zhao knew who it was without opening his eyes. He bent down without hesitation and hid in Si Yi's arms, casually covering his head with his sleeve to protect himself from the wind and sand.

"Where are we now? The weather is so bad."

The vast expanse of land was desolate, with only yellow sand flying everywhere. The strong wind blew up layers of sand waves, covering the sky and the sun, as if it was about to swallow up the entire world.

However, in this dead silence and desolation, the sound of the wind seemed to be mixed with some faint and intermittent noisy human voices.

"The place where the Fantasy Secret Realm opens." A clear and gentle male voice came from above his head. Zhao Zhao was surprised: "What?!" We're here so soon?

He hadn't even started implementing his plan to obstruct the enemy yet, and now he was told he had reached his destination?!

Zhao Zhao silently clenched his teeth as he recalled Si Yi's urging words. After the wind and sand stopped, he stepped back slightly and punched Si Yi in the chest without hesitation: "Si Yi, you fucking lied to me again!"

"You said the journey was too long and it wouldn't take three days to get there! You kept urging me to eat, to sleep, and so on! But you didn't urge me to catch the underworld beast! And now we're here in the middle of the night!"

"What in your mouth is true?!"

Here, Zhao Zhao was passionately confronting the man on the microphone. Not far away, a group of immortal cultivators who had been waiting here saw this and turned their attention to watch the fun.

"Oh my god! Isn't that the Sword Master of the Fengling Sword Sect?!"

Someone shouted, and then everyone around exclaimed, "It really is him! I saw him from afar during the sect competition three years ago!"

"Sword Master is indeed a dragon and phoenix!"

"But who is the young master next to the Sword Master? He looks... bad-tempered, haha."

"I'm surprised that someone would dare to be so rude to the Sword Master. Let's go and take a look."

"Just right, catching up with the Sword Master, hahahaha."

“.......”

"Si Yi, are you feeling guilty? Speak up?!" Zhao Zhao stared at Si Yi, who was looking at him with a helpless and indulgent expression, and his anger grew.

Damn, what is this bitch pretending to be?

Compared to Zhao Zhao's excitement, Si Yi was exceptionally calm. He smiled gently and said, "Junior brother, stop making trouble. It's all my fault."

"Fuck..."

"Sword Lord!"

Zhao Zhao was about to ask him if he had taken the wrong medicine when he suddenly heard shouting from not far away. Turning around, he saw a group of cultivators from various sects dressed in colorful clothes running towards them excitedly.

Zhao Zhao: ...He seemed to know why Si Yi started pretending again.

"Sword Master, it's been a long time since we last met. Do you still remember me?"

"Sword Lord, my name is Ye Qingyu."

"Sword Lord..."

A crowd of people came rushing towards Si Yi with a very purposeful purpose. Zhao Zhao was automatically ignored, his thin body squeezed to the edge. He looked speechlessly at the group of "fanatical fans" and Si Yi who was wearing a fake smile mask, and looked up at the sky speechlessly.

As the youngest and most talented Sword Master, Si Yi has a very high reputation in the world of immortal cultivation.

Being ignored in the midst of their chattering, Zhao Zhao simply squatted down, lowered his head to play with the sand, and silently listened to their boasting and Si Yi's reminiscences.

Occasionally, she would look up at the tall young man who was the center of attention in the crowd. For some reason, she would gradually stop being angry.

Maybe it was because he had no hope in Si Yi and was naturally not disappointed, or maybe it was because he saw him "forcing a smile" to deal with everyone, and he felt comfortable when he was uncomfortable.

Zhao Zhao's eyebrows curved, and he cursed inwardly that he deserved it, when he suddenly heard a familiar clear voice calling his name.

"Zhao Zhao, come here."

So he supported his chin and looked up boredly, and his gentle gaze met Si Yi's in the crowd.