"Saint Son Sun Miao? Saint Son Shangguan Tong?"
Lin Bai looked at the two of them and asked with a smile, "Are the two of you not choosing to stay?"
The two of them clearly knew why Lin Bai had asked this. They exchanged a glance, and Sun Miao answered first, "Saint Son Lin Bai, you needn't be so wary of us. Before entering the Demonic Refinement of All Living Things Formation, we made everything clear. The greater good comes first; our personal grudges can be set aside for now!"
"My Sun clan's ancestors were once renowned figures throughout the Devil Realm Eastern Region."
"It would be no exaggeration to say that some of the land in the Eastern Region today was once conquered by my Sun clan's ancestors."
"As a son of the Sun clan, even if my strength is inadequate now, I still cannot simply sit by and watch bandits defile the foundation built by my ancestors!"
Hearing Sun Miao's righteous answer, Lin Bai could tell that he was speaking from the heart.
He was not lying.
He suddenly remembered... A hundred thousand years ago, when the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace was destroyed, the Sun clan's ancestors had contributed greatly.
After the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace was destroyed, the martial artists of the Devil Realm Eastern Region erected monuments and recorded the names of those who had fallen in that battle. One of the Sun clan's ancestors had even been hailed as one of the "Nine Heroes."
Although Sun Miao had once set foot in Cai Huan, he also knew roughly what Cai Huan was like.
Black Water Divine General was likely the northernmost force among the many clans of Cai Huan.
Hearing Yi Song's taunt, the burly man, Marquis Black Water Divine General's Saint Son, merely sneered