At these words,
Jiang Yuechu was puzzled, but she did not argue.
Seeing this, the Old Flood Dragon felt greatly reassured, and its courage grew by several degrees.
Lowering its voice, it spoke with the air of someone who had been there before. "This old one dares to make a guess. Your Excellency wishes to take advantage of the Dragon-Ascension Platform's once-in-five-thousand-years opening and contend for that sliver of opportunity for Dragon Transformation?"
"Only..."
Red Sun Demon Venerable paused, his gaze sweeping across the boundless snowy plains. "Your Excellency possesses formidable abilities, yet has no tribe to rely upon. I fear... you may not even be able to enter the Dragon-Washing Pool?"
Jiang Yuechu raised a brow, somewhat surprised.
"There's a required connection?"
She had thought that whoever had the bigger fist could enter.
It seemed the Demon Race's rules were no less troublesome than those of the human race.
"That is only natural."
Red Sun Demon Venerable straightened his back, as though he had finally recovered a trace of the superiority befitting an ancestor of a great tribe.
"Though Dragon Transformation is a grand event for our Flood Dragon race, not every flood dragon crawling out of some muddy ditch is qualified to leap through the Dragon Gate."
"The Five Lineages of flood dragons are scattered throughout the Four Seas and Eight Desolations. There are more than a hundred tribes, large and small."
"If every stray cat and dog could enter, the Dragon-Washing Pool would have long since been packed to bursting... Thus, since ancient times, there has been a rule: only a dozen or so great tribes with long-standing inheritances may hold Dragon-Guides and bring their clansmen into the pool."
At this point, Red Sun Demon Venerable secretly glanced at Jiang Yuechu's expression.
Seeing that the girl was