Qian Yizheng and the others didn't waste words; everyone lay down. The Stone People concealed them well, and instantly, the small sand dune showed no trace of anyone, just sand.
Meanwhile, the commotion on the other side was about to end. Nearly a thousand men, each pair grabbing a child, ran off in the direction they came from.
The children dared not cry at this moment. As they were carried away, they wished their uncles could go even faster.
Even though it was unfamiliar, they understood some things. They knew they were captured by the Saintess Sect's female disciples to die, so they'd rather take a chance with these uncles than go to their deaths.
"Uncle, over there, run that way."
A few people who ran astray out of panic could still be guided back to the right path by the children's directions, following the group as they ran.
