"It wasn't because I was reckless. I had no other choice."
Shi Lan didn't panic. She lowered her head slightly and admitted it frankly.
Seeing how calm Shi Lan was, the man was somewhat surprised.
Shi Lan had long expected that someone might see through her disguise. When she had accepted Sword Emperor Guiyun's legacy, Wuxu had warned her about it.
These little tricks were only enough to fool Demon Race members below the Primordial Spirit Realm. In the eyes of experts at the Heavenly Demon level or above, they were impossible to hide.
"Senior, why have you kept me here? Please tell me plainly."
Shi Lan asked directly. For some reason, she could sense no ill will from the man before her, which left her somewhat puzzled.
The blood feud between the human race and the Demon Race was so long-standing that even human history books could hardly record it all. By rights, once this man saw through her, he should have struck her down at once.
"I see the baleful bloodstain between your brows hasn't faded, and there's a strong aura of slaughter about you. Have you just come from the battlefield? From Chengtian Domain?"
The man didn't answer Shi Lan's question. Instead, he suddenly asked her one of his own.
Shi Lan felt a chill. The man's eyesight was frighteningly sharp.
"Yes."
Shi Lan fell silent for a moment, then nodded.
"You're lucky."
The man lifted his teacup and drained it. After letting out a breath, he said slowly:
"Establishing a clan among the Demon Race is no small matter. It must be registered with the Demon Emperor Hall. After the Lan Clan was founded, the Feather Emperor Hall sent a Heavenly Demon to investigate. I suppose you weren't there at the time. Otherwise, you wouldn't have