"I remember, I seemed to have already given up this identity."
The warm wind swept across the barren hills, producing ripples over the sand sea like waves of wheat.
The eyes of the man in the straw raincoat were hidden in the shadow beneath his hat, indifferent:
"Now, everything concerning Mu Shanhai and the Mu Family has nothing to do with me."
"Really nothing to do with you?"
The man in the black robe grinned lightly and chuckled, "If you truly didn't care about the Mu Family, then why did you inform me of the arrival of the Saintess from Jiatiange in the Western Desert before?"
"....."
After a brief silence, the man in the straw raincoat sighed, sat down on the scorching sand with a thud, pulled out a jug of wine from his beast-skin bag, took a couple of deep swigs, wiped his beard-soaked lips with his sleeve and said in a low voice roughened like sandpaper, "Casually disclosing a clue and personally risking one's life... Are these two actions comparable?"
