'Speaking of which, I, a Peacock Great Demon, have ancestors of my own. Why haven't they ever appeared? Clearly, I'm the unloved stepchild, unlike Tan You, who's her ancestor's precious granddaughter.'
Jing Yue's face stiffened. He had just been making threats, only to be caught red-handed by his target's elder. The scene was utterly mortifying. Yet he couldn't say a word. Everyone knew the Golden Ring Snake Clan was fiercely protective of their own.
The Golden Ring Snakes' combat prowess far surpassed that of others at their level, but this meant their clan's population was sparse. Pure-blooded Golden Ring Snakes were already few and far between, and those capable of complete ancestral reversion were even rarer.
