"Really?" Yu Xuan was slightly stunned as well. She had not expected Lu Sheng to be so filled with righteous indignation, as though he truly shared her feelings.
"Really! I too am a descendant of the Vermilion Bird Bloodline. Since an elder of my own clan has come seeking help, how could I refuse?" Lu Sheng said decisively.
Yu Xuan's mood immediately improved considerably. She had not expected that a single trip outside would bring her face-to-face with someone so reasonable and so deeply aware of the greater good.
"Good, good, good! Then are you willing to enter my true clan and formally join the register of my Vermilion Bird Clan?" She rose as well, visibly moved.
To be honest, ever since the Dragon-Phoenix War, the Vermilion Bird Clan's standing had plummeted. Traveling outside, they had long lost their former splendor. To ordinary clans, they were still lofty demon gods, but in the eyes of truly powerful peak demon gods or the Witch Clan, their existence merely added another few varieties of races to heaven and earth.
Not to mention anything else—Yu Xuan had already reached the lower grade of Golden Immortal. On the lands of the Lower Realm, she counted as an incredibly formidable great demon, but before those freaks in the Heavenly Court, every one of whom was at middle or upper-grade Golden Immortal, or even Quasi-Sage level, she had virtually no say at all.
Even during the Witch-Demon War, they had possessed little presence and could only play the roles of ordinary supporting characters.
That had caused her, after staying there for so long, to become timid and overly cautious. Even when facing ordinary clans of the Lower Realm, she was polite to a demon king at the Nascent Soul stage.
On one hand, it was her