"You're our only way out and you're a demon, so we don't have to trust you." Zhurong remarked and even though they hated to admit, he was right as they had no other alternative but to trust the cunning demon.
"So we should proceed now. I'm reckoning your time is very limited." The demon said and they squinted their eyes warily at him.
They didn't say a word and watched the demon in silence as he outspread his hand and a gust of heavy wind whirled around them carrying along with the wind, snow encompassing the entourage.
His cloak concealing his face fell over to reveal the demon's face from the heavy storm he created. A sinister grin appeared on his lips, as his black eyes peered at them with malevolence swirling into it.
Zhurong's brows creased when he saw the mischievous look etched on his face, making it obvious he had a deviant thought running through his mind.
