"Are you going to speak?"
The big-headed creature was relentless, still asking those nonsensical questions, without inflicting harm but also not letting them leave.
"You, this..."
These merchant tradesmen were people who traveled all over, while they didn't possess the flying techniques of immortals, they had some knowledge.
They had heard tales, true or false, about yellow-skinned rats seeking seals, white snakes turning into flood dragons.
They were not afraid of a yellow-skinned rat, nor concerned if it resembled a human. If they didn't want to bother, they could have the martial artists of the escort team drive them away.
But this demon before them asked if it looked like a dragon.
These mortals knew nothing about it, combined with the natural anomalies, the surroundings were dark and indistinct, only those vertical pupils shone brightly, dazzling their eyes painfully.
They couldn't see clearly at all.
