The wind grew fiercer.
If the earlier sandstorm had sounded like ghosts wailing and wolves howling, now it shrieked sharply. The innkeeper's face had turned grim; if the storm grew too strong, the inn might well be razed to the ground.
A certain white dragon was not in her guest room. The Black Tribe experts were about to arrive.
Atop the flagpole of Dragon Gate Inn, Bai Yujun had tucked away her tail. Clad in black armor, shield in her left hand and Hengdao in her right, the armored skirt around her waist swayed softly. Her visor had been lowered, revealing only a pair of red-glowing eyes amid the dim sandstorm.
Black armor, red eyes—the classic look every great villain needed. She stood utterly still, waiting for her enemies to come and deliver themselves to death.
She twisted her neck, and vertebrae unlike those of humans crackled. In such fierce winds, she could sense much farther away, but she had not expected those turtle bastards to be slower than imagined. She had struck a pose for nothing all this time.
"There are always scoundrels trying to harm this flood dragon!"
That was a heartfelt complaint, and it was basically true.
The winds in the sky grew harsher. The ground where Dragon Gate Inn stood was still relatively calm, but through the blowing sand overhead, one could vaguely see a black storm revolving around a point directly above Bai Yujun. The strengthening it had received over several nights was no weaker than thunderclouds, perhaps even more destructive.
Everyone thought the white flood dragon excelled at using rainclouds, never knowing she was proficient in Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning alike.
Turbulent Times, Dragon Roar!
The winds and clouds of the Dragon Gate Desert were made of gale-force winds and dust. They resembled