Upon hearing this-
Jiang Yuechu felt puzzled, but did not contradict him.
Seeing this, the Old Flood Dragon felt reassured, and his courage grew a little.
He lowered his voice, adopting the tone of someone who had been through it all. "Allow this old one a bold guess. You wish to take advantage of the Dragon-Ascending Platform's opening, which comes only once every five thousand years, to contend for that slender chance of becoming a true dragon?"
"Only..."
Red Sun Demon Venerable paused, his gaze sweeping across the boundless snowfields. Then he said meaningfully, "You have great abilities, but no tribe to back you. I fear... you cannot even enter the Dragon-Washing Pool, can you?"
Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
"You need connections, too?"
She had assumed anyone with a big enough fist could enter.
It seemed the Demon Race's rules were no less elaborate than those of humans.
"Of course."
Red Sun Demon Venerable straightened his back, seemingly having finally recovered a little of his superiority as the ancestor of a great tribe.
"Though dragon transformation is a grand occasion for our Flood Dragon Clan, not every flood dragon from some muddy ditch is qualified to leap through the Dragon Gate."
"The five flood dragon lineages are spread across the four seas and eight wildernesses. Their tribes, great and small, number well over a hundred!"
"If every stray cat and dog could enter, the Dragon-Washing Pool would have burst at the seams long ago... hence the rule established in ancient times: only the dozen or so great tribes with long-standing heritages may carry a dragon token and lead their descendants into the pool."
At this point, Red Sun Demon Venerable stole a glance at Jiang Yuechu's expression.
Seeing that the girl was not angry, but instead seemed