Xu Chunniang raised one hand, imitating Yan Yu.
"Lord Demon God, if Yan Yu sincerely helps me leave the Demon Realm, I will repay her kindness in full and cooperate with her wholeheartedly."
After she swore the oath, the great hall likewise darkened for an instant.
Yan Yu was none too pleased. "Your oath was far too perfunctory. Could it be that you doubt my sincerity? If I were not sincere, why would I need to swear an oath before Lord Demon God?"
Xu Chunniang's expression remained unchanged. "Since you are sincere, I will naturally help you. Why make such a fuss over it?"
Yan Yu choked on her words and swallowed down her displeasure.
She admitted that her earlier "oath" had deliberately been somewhat vague, but there was nothing wrong with it as a whole.
Yet Xu Chunniang had used the oath she had made against her, turning the tables on her. If they truly pursued the matter, it would instead be Yan Yu whose "sincerity" was in question.
In any case, before entering the secret realm, she would not tear all pretenses with this woman. In that sense, she was sincere enough, and there was no need to worry about the other woman stabbing her in the back.
Having thought it through, Yan Yu did not continue the subject. Instead, she took a palm-sized vermilion bird from her storage space. "This is a Zhuwu, a bird-beast unique to the Demon Realm. Because they are pleasing to the eye and adept at understanding human nature, many high-level devil cultivators keep several when they have nothing better to do. The one I am giving you is made from a puppet. It contains a specially made sound-transmission talisman of mine. If anything important arises, you may use it to contact me."