Lin Feiyan froze in place. Compared with Jiang Yuechu's matter-of-fact composure, this direct disciple of the Jieqing Sect looked utterly at a loss.
She had wanted to slay a few demons outside, to give herself something to talk about from this trip down the mountain.
But she had only meant to go through the motions.
She hadn't actually wanted to stake her life on tempering some bullshit Dao heart.
Either of the two demons that had appeared to take the old man away could have claimed a territory and ruled as a tyrant anywhere outside.
If they really followed their trail all the way back to that so-called demon lair...
Heaven only knew how many more terrifying creatures like them lurked inside.
Even knowing that Guest Elder Jiang possessed heaven-defying abilities, enough to cross several minor realms and bludgeon a Seven-Son Great Demon to death...
However formidable she was, she was still only one person.
Besides, if she and Gong Shaoqi actually faced Great Demons like those, helping would be out of the question.
They probably wouldn't even have a chance to escape.
More likely, they would force her to divide her attention to protect them...
At that thought...
Lin Feiyan swallowed, cold sweat already soaking her back.
"Guest Elder Jiang, please think this through."
Lin Feiyan extended a finger, furtively pointing toward the old black dog at the bottom of the valley, which was hunched over and preparing to leave alone.
"How about... we go after that old dog first?"
"I don't think its cultivation amounts to much. Three or four pieces in the Chessmaster Realm at most. It's probably just some lone nobody who can't hold its own."
"Wouldn't practicing on it be much safer...?"
Gong Shaoqi nodded repeatedly beside her, his face deathly pale.
Clearly, the imposing