What if we can't persuade them?
Jiang Yuan thought of the longstanding conflict between the two clans. Even if the contract beast wasn't a Demon Cultivator from the Wilderness World and was unrelated to the clan's grudges, with the Black Tortoise Pavilion's attitude, they likely wouldn't want the Demon Race to produce a Flood Dragon.
"What if I took Yan Xuan to the Black Tortoise Pavilion…" The thought had just formed in his mind before extinguishing again. It was still a Demon Beast, not a Divine Beast—how could the Black Tortoise Pavilion believe it would become the future Black Tortoise?
The Vermilion Bird had sunk into slumber again, and he couldn't rely on its power.
Such a headache!
