The wind and sand gradually died down.
Against the sky full of yellow sand, a crimson cloak stood out like a flame.
"Lord Jiang... Lord Jiang?!"
Chen Tong and the other two thought they were dreaming. They could only rub their eyes.
When they finally saw the young woman's face clearly,
excitement rose in all their hearts.
She was back.
She really was back.
The other surviving Demon-Suppression Guards had never worked with Jiang Yuechu.
But here was a young woman surnamed Jiang.
How could they not know who she was?
They exchanged glances, then hurriedly bowed. "This subordinate... greets Lord Jiang!"
Wang Xiao'er was the quickest to speak.
He darted out from behind his rock at once, his face full of ingratiating smiles.
He liked showing off, but he was no fool.
What was Jiang Yuechu's standing?
A Langjiang of the Longyou Commandery!
Even if his uncle were here, he would have to address her as Lord Jiang.
"Lord Jiang... your might is unmatched! That move truly was..."
Before he could finish,
the crimson cloak swept past him.
Jiang Yuechu did not spare him so much as a sidelong glance. She went straight to Chen Tong and the other two.
She lowered her eyes over their battered appearances.
Chen Tong's black clothes had been torn into strips, and the flesh of his chest gaped open. It was a gruesome sight.
Liu Ke was a little better off, though his face was white as paper. He had clearly exhausted his strength.
As for that monk...
He looked perfectly fine.
"Can you still move?"
Her cool voice betrayed little emotion, but the deathly chill it had held when she slew the demon was gone.
Chen Tong grinned, tugged at his wound, and bared his teeth in pain.
"Won't die."
Jiang Yuechu