At the bottom of the valley lay a massive mountain cleft. Within it was a space hundreds of zhang wide, its stone caves surrounding the crimson magma at the center one after another. Before the caves lay scattered all manner of materials and huge chunks of stone. Along the magma's edge, several weapons were submerged in the molten rock, with only portions of their handles exposed.
Xiao Hua and Jiang Sheng had only just approached the cleft when the Demon Race noticed them. Five Bo Bao, each a full ten zhang tall, rode demon clouds over from near the magma with weapons in hand. The one in front clutched a dried fish, tearing into it viciously, its sharp fangs gleaming blood-red.
"Stop!" a Bo Bao barked. "Is this a place the likes of you can enter?"
Jiang Sheng turned to look at Xiao Hua, smiled, then flew a few steps forward and cupped his hands. "Jiji pio..."
Xiao Hua was startled and blinked. He was fairly proficient in both demon script and dragon speech, yet he could not make out what Jiang Sheng was saying.
But since Jiang Sheng had arranged to meet Jiang Che here, and Jiang Sheng had brought no token, this strange demon language must have been what they had agreed upon, right?
Sure enough, the instant the Bo Bao heard Jiang Sheng speak, its expression changed slightly. The Bo Bao eating the dried fish tossed it away, flew several steps closer, and replied in similarly toned demon speech, though at a much faster pace. The two demons exchanged several sentences, then both extended their claws and pressed them together. Their claws tapped lightly several times, in a different rhythm. Then the Bo Bao raised its head and looked at Xiao Hua, forcing a trace of a