Bai Ruozhu looked closely and saw a man and a woman tightly leaning on each other, shouting for help towards the spot where she had just appeared with Xiaohei.
She recalled vaguely seeing figures in the distance earlier, but she had been in a rush to save Xiaohei and distracted by the sand blowing in her eyes, and hadn't paid much attention.
"They seem to be people from the Western Regions based on their clothes," Jiang Yichun said softly. "In such sandstorm weather, who could possibly save them?"
The two struggled towards them, moving much closer, allowing Bai Ruozhu to see them more clearly.
The woman fell to the ground, and the man quickly lay down to protect her with his body, afraid she would be blown away by the wind.
For a moment, Bai Ruozhu remembered the last time she encountered a sandstorm, her aunt had protected her this way, but the wind and sand were too strong then, along with heavy objects flying around, eventually knocking her aunt unconscious.
