At those words.
Jiang Yuechu slowly opened her eyes and shook the accumulated snow from her shoulders.
Golden-blue fire flashed through her eyes. Rather than looking toward the gates, she turned her gaze on the demons remaining in the square.
Her gaze was calm, yet it made the Old Red Flood Dragon's heart give an inexplicable jolt.
"No hurry... wait here for me a moment."
The Red Sun Demon Venerable froze.
Wait?
What was there to wait for?
Every moment sooner they entered meant another chance.
Before he could try to persuade her again.
The black-clad figure had already risen.
Her long hair whipped wildly in the wind, revealing her slender neck.
Jiang Yuechu straightened her slightly disheveled cuffs, then stepped forward. Her right hand hung at her side, and something slid from her sleeve into her palm.
The next instant.
A streak of scarlet lit up.
First an inch, then a foot, until it finally became a great crescent-bladed saber.
Jiang Yuechu lowered her wrist slightly, holding the long saber behind her with its blade pointing down.
The sudden disturbance finally alerted the demons in the square.
"That's..."
An Old Flood Dragon seated cross-legged on the ground frowned and opened his eyes in displeasure.
At first, he merely cast a casual glance.
But once he looked, he could no longer tear his eerie green eyes away.
He was not the only one.
The demons around him,
All turned their heads in unison.
At the point where their gazes converged.
The girl dragged her saber with one hand, her black robes snapping in the wind.
Something in her eyes sent an inexplicable chill through the demons' hearts.
One demon unconsciously murmured, "What is she... planning to do?"
If she wanted to brave the Dragon-Washing Pool, the gates were ahead.
If