The streams poured, creating layers of foam.
The brown slippery skin of the salamanders reflected the daylight. They flicked their tails, moving towards each other, and stepped ashore, forming a neat circle of earth.
The cold wind was harsh and bitter.
Every high official within Pingyang Prefecture was present, including members from the Three Judicial Chief Ministries and the Department of Demon Hunting.
Quite some time passed.
One of the salamanders turned around, slipped into the water, and disappeared with a flick of its tail.
The waves gradually calmed.
Xu Yuelong, puzzled, took half a step back and leaned slightly backward.
Liang Qu, quick to understand, moved forward.
"Where are the sea traders? How come there were only two salamanders, and one left after making a circle?"
"Hmm, we need to wait a while. Sea traders usually send scouts first, then allow time for everyone to arrive. Just like the Frog Tribe, marking a circle… it must be a sign of some sort."
