In truth, immortal Demon Saints like Bradley did not doubt Xia Ping's words very much either.
Because such situations were quite common in the universe.
Although many Demon Saints came from the Demon Race's strongholds and had been nurtured with the Demon Race's vast resources, making them essentially academy-trained, that did not mean there were no self-taught wildcards.
Just as there were countless primitive planets within the Human Race's boundless territory, with large numbers of humans living upon them who had never come into contact with other humans in the universe—these humans were indigenous humans.
The Demon Race was the same. Many demons lived in isolated places, with no contact or connection whatsoever to any Demon Race headquarters. They were all indigenous demons.
Yet such indigenous peoples occasionally produced monstrous geniuses, and it was hardly strange for a few Demon Saints to emerge among them.
Naturally, they would accept Demon Saints born among indigenous peoples. After all, everyone was a member of the Demon Race, and they constantly needed to wage war against other races. The more allies they had, the better.
At this moment, they secretly rejoiced as well. Fortunately, Wu had not yet been deeply involved in the world and had not been tainted by society's great dye vat; he still knew something of what it meant to uphold justice. Otherwise, they likely would truly have been doomed today.
"Rest assured about that."
Heller, the Water Shark Clan Demon Saint, patted his chest. "Our Demon Race embraces all rivers. As long as one belongs to our Demon Race, they can join us without the slightest exclusion.
"Not to mention that with your strength, Wu, once you join the Demon Saint Palace, you will likely immediately become a key Demon Saint to be nurtured, receiving inexhaustible resources."
The Demon