The Second Demon Sage was just as stunned. "No, no... I remember that when the nine of us became living beings, we already looked like adults! How could he be a boy? But if he's a fake, why does my perception tell me he's definitely one of our kind?"
The Third Demon God grew even more puzzled. "Strange, strange... A boy like him is the Third Demon Venerable? Don't tell me there's something fishy about your Demon Venerable rankings too, just like the Demon Sage Rankings!"
At that, the young Demon Venerable quickly shook his head and answered shyly, "N-no... Mister, I became the Third Demon Venerable by accident!"
His timid voice and slight frame left the rough-and-tumble Third Demon God feeling awkward, as though he were frightening a child.
The Third Demon God wasn't alone. The Great Powers watching the young Demon Venerable felt the same way.
That very feeling astonished many of them. In the ruthless Primordial World, who cared whether someone was a child? Why, then, had such thoughts occurred to them?
While everyone was still stunned, the Second Demon Sage fixed his deep gaze on the First Demon Venerable. "First Demon Venerable... Is this boy your child? Did he inherit your bloodline, giving him an aura like ours?"
"Yes... He's my child." The First Demon Venerable sighed. Sorrow deepened in his eyes as he drank, an air of melancholy settling around him.
Sensing his grief, the Third Demon God shook his head in confusion. "No, impossible! How could you have a child? During my years serving His Majesty Taiyi, I tried to have one too! But our bodies contain far too many Demon Race bloodlines. A child can't bear bloodlines that complex. They explode and die!"
The Third Demon God clenched his fists, as though recalling