"Your Majesty, I did not disgrace my mission, nor did I tarnish the prestige of the Phoenix Spirit Clan!"
With that simple sentence from Ye Zhen, an intensely powerful sense of honor surged in the hearts of the Phoenix Spirit Clan's ruler and ministers!
Originally, this duel between Great Sage Juling Xiong Cheng and Ye Zhen had merely been Xiong Cheng's attempt to verify whether Di Kuohai was truly his enemy, Ye Zhen.
It was only because Di Kuohai held a special status and was within Phoenix Spirit Palace that the Phoenix Spirit Queen's consent had been required.
Yet now, from the lips of the victorious Ye Zhen, this private affair had inadvertently been elevated into a battle fought on behalf of the Phoenix Spirit Clan.
Ye Zhen had directly raised the duel to the political level, and the final result was a victory won for the Phoenix Spirit Clan!
For the Phoenix Spirit Race, whose foreign affairs had been utterly unremarkable these past years, this was undoubtedly a joyous occasion.
Most importantly, although Ye Zhen bore the mark of having come from the Primordial Continent, this past year or so had gradually led the Phoenix Spirit Race's ruler and ministers to accept him.
Though they could not be said to have accepted Ye Zhen from the bottom of their hearts, subconsciously, they had already regarded him as one of their own—especially after facing an external challenge.
Thus, as Ye Zhen spoke, the Phoenix Spirit Race's ruler and ministers were all delighted.
Though the Phoenix Spirit Queen still maintained her bearing, she promptly voiced appropriate praise and, at the same time, extended her sympathies to Great Sage Juling Xiong Cheng.
"How are this envoy's injuries? Shall I send the imperial physicians to attend to him?"
The Phoenix Spirit Queen's concern