"Idiots, trying to sully the reputation of the great Gods, is this what a core vassal should be doing?"
The Huang Niao flapped its wings and knocked away the distant flying chicken, then used the power of the Holy Beast to dissipate the alcohol before shouting loudly again:
"Dare I ask the Miemeng Clan, or the Ma Po Sect, Hai Xiong Clan, if you are willing to accept the Huang Niao Clan?"
"Although my rank is only Small Achievement, I am still young and there are plenty of opportunities ahead."
"My father was unfortunately severely injured and after recovering, his lifespan is exhausted."
"As long as it can save his life, ensuring his survival in the New Era's Second Epoch, I am willing to take a fearless heart to the battlefield, unafraid of life and death."
The voice of Huang Niao was loud, in the grand palace, at least a quarter of the eyes turned towards it.
But it asked twice, yet saw no one from the inner circle responding.
