Well, well. He certainly knew how to work his way in.
Jiang Yang looked at Di Jun, who kept calling him his dear brother, and was somewhat speechless.
He did not really mind what Di Jun called him.
But in Di Jun's eyes, Jiang Yang's reaction seemed like tacit acceptance, and delight welled up in his heart!
In the years that followed, Di Jun told everyone he met about this or that thing his brother Taiyi had done, so much so that, in the eyes of the world and in the legends passed down to later generations, Di Jun and Taiyi really were brothers by blood.
Atop the Fusang Tree, Jiang Yang felt the breeze among the clouds, carrying the tree's fresh scent, and pondered the matter before him.
He also agreed with what Di Jun had said.
Establish the "Demon Race," sweep away the world's Fierce Beasts, allow the Human Race to develop better, and let civilization grow faster.
This was the same goal the Divine Clan had always pursued.
Moreover, after becoming a Golden Crow, whatever he did would be done as a member of the "Demon Race," not as a human, nor as a member of the Sixth Epoch's civilization.
Now, he even felt that becoming a bird was not so bad.
Smiling inwardly, Jiang Yang looked at the delighted Di Jun, suddenly thought of something, and asked.
"By the way, Di Jun, how many Divine Beasts have you 'united' in our Demon Race?"
Di Jun's expression abruptly stiffened, and then he burst out laughing.
But both Jiang Yang and Vermilion Bird could sense the lack of confidence in his laughter.
"Our 'Demon Race,' counting the three of us, now has three members!"
"What?"
Not only was Jiang Yang taken aback, even Vermilion Bird's eyes widened a