It had to be said that Mu Tianyan was indeed as imposing, cold, and peerless as the rumors said. He was already giving people a lot of pressure just by standing there and doing nothing.
At this moment, Xie Yang quietly gave up on the idea in his mind.
Lu Zijia seemed to not notice the strange look that flashed through Xie Yang's eyes. She took out a bright red whip and waved it at Xie Yang.
Seeing the whip that suddenly attacked him like a snake, Xie Yang's pupils constricted subconsciously and he wanted to dodge, but his body was bound by the yellow sand and he couldn't dodge at all.
Just as he was about to scream in fear, the bright red whip wrapped around his neck without any lethality and pulled hard.
"Ah!"
Xie Yang, who was "pulled" out of the desert by Lu Zijia's whip, couldn't help screaming because of the pain in his neck.
