The wind and sand finally began to settle.
A scarlet cloak stood out sharply against the backdrop of sand filling the sky.
"L-Lord Jiang?!"
Chen Tong and the other two thought they were dreaming and could only rub their eyes.
When they finally made out the young woman's face,
they couldn't help feeling a surge of excitement.
She was back.
She really was back.
The other surviving Demon Suppression Guards had never served alongside Jiang Yuechu.
But she was so young, and her surname was Jiang.
How could they not know who she was?
They exchanged glances, then hurriedly bowed. "Your subordinates... pay their respects to Lord Jiang!"
Of them all, Wang Xiaoer was the quickest to speak.
The fellow darted out from behind a rock at once, his face wreathed in fawning smiles.
He liked showing off, but he wasn't stupid.
What sort of standing did Jiang Yuechu have?
She was a General of the Guard in the Longyou Regional Command!
Even if his uncle were here, he'd have to address her as Lord Jiang.
"L-Lord Jiang's might is peerless! That move just now was truly..."
Before he could finish,
the scarlet cloak swept past him.
Jiang Yuechu didn't spare him so much as a glance. She walked straight toward Chen Tong and the other two.
Her gaze lowered to take in their sorry state.
Chen Tong's black clothes had been torn to ribbons, and the flesh on his chest hung open, a gruesome sight.
Liu Ke was in slightly better shape, but his face was as pale as paper. He had clearly pushed himself past his limits.
As for the monk...
He looked as though he hadn't suffered a scratch.
"Can you still move?"
Her cool voice held little emotion, but the murderous chill from when she had