“That’s right. If we had known about the sandstorm of death, we wouldn’t have come even if the gluttonous ghost city had some good stuff,”elder Dongfang said with a sigh.
Island Master Qi’s eyes flashed when he heard that. He felt a little comforted when he thought about how the nameless sword sect had failed to bid for the thousand-year-old black iron because of his interference.
Although he had spent more than a hundred million spirit stones, he had at least gotten the water avoidance bead. It was better than the nameless sword sect not getting anything at all.
The few of them started chatting with each other. The main topic was to guess why the death sandstorm was brought forward. In the end, they could not come up with a reason.
In the end, they comforted each other, “This death sandstorm will only last for five days at most. We can return when the time comes.”