If that was the case, wouldn't he have to be buried alongside her?
At the thought, Old Flood Dragon's heart leapt straight into his throat.
"Ma... Master?"
He called out tentatively. "If it's inconvenient... we... we can just turn back, can't we?"
He'd already put it as tactfully as he could.
What he meant was that if she really was a fake, then she shouldn't go testing her luck and courting death.
This was an ancient formation left behind by a True Dragon.
No matter how incredible she was... there was no way she could withstand it!
At that, Jiang Yuechu glanced at him.
They'd already come this far, and the last layer of paper was practically within reach.
How could she give up halfway?
With that in mind, Jiang Yuechu took a deep breath, a hint of resolve flashing in her eyes.
"Turn back my ass."
She cursed.
Then, under Red Sun Demon Venerable's horrified gaze, the young woman strode straight to the stone dais.
Her thoughts stirred.
A dragon's roar burst from her throat.
The hall blazed with radiant light.
A dragon's claw reached out and slammed hard against the stone.
In an instant—
Boom!!!
The Cyan Jade Statue trembled violently. Its jade dragon eyes snapped open, blazing with light.
Rays of rosy light pierced through the hall's roof and shot straight into the Nine Heavens.
Bathed in that radiance, the entire hall turned translucent, like a divine palace.
Red Sun Demon Venerable was already staring in stunned disbelief.
Holy crap!
This, this, this...
If she wasn't of the Dragon Race, could she have caused such a commotion?!
What had he been worrying about?!
The light did not fade. Instead, it became a torrent that surged along the dragon's claw and poured into her.
Jiang Yuechu felt her