The wind and sand wailed like ghosts crying.
Outside, the sandstorm raged so fiercely that even those Ghostly Entities were unwilling to remain outdoors. The air was grim and eerie, yet by instinct they kept away from a certain flood dragon, unwilling to approach. Bai Yujun's vigorous Qi and Blood and the spiritual power of the Chunyang Art made them uncomfortable.
After finishing the raw meat, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and beckoned the landlady over.
"What else do you need, honored guest~"
"Nothing. Just a question. Why is the Dragon Gate Desert called the Dragon Gate Desert? Do you know where the name came from?"
Bai Yujun's red-glowing eyes fixed on every twitch of the landlady's face. At the same time, her infrared senses watched the fluctuations in the woman's heart and brain, while her hearing picked out every tiny detail. She wanted to determine whether the woman was hiding anything or lying. She refused to believe that someone who had lived in the Dragon Gate Desert for half her life knew nothing at all.
"Why is the Dragon Gate Desert called the Dragon Gate Desert?"
The landlady froze for a moment, her mind muddled. Clearly, she had not understood the meaning of that question in such a short time, yet she felt something strange—as though this demon could see straight through her...
She did not look as though she were concealing anything. It seemed she truly did not understand. Then why had she stayed here to run an inn instead of leaving? Was it not to hunt for treasure in the desert?
"The Dragon Gate Desert has always been like this. Everyone calls it that. What else would it be called?"
"Never mind."
Could it be that only she had seen the Dragon