"You should have a special physique suitable for inheriting the magical powers of our White Demon Clan, and our White Demon Clan does not accept disciples from other ethnic groups.

Unless there is someone like you who can practice our clan's martial arts, it will be useless even if you accept it, your junior brother does not have your physique."

"I'm a human, and I don't have a magic core either!"

"No, your physique allows you to cultivate another Zifu similar to a demonic core in your Dantian. By then, your combat power will be far superior to that of monks of the same level.

But don't worry, you are still a human being, and this cannot be changed even by martial arts.

The important thing about the technique you can practice is your physique, not your bloodline."

Shang Gong Changge explained softly.

"Junior understands, as long as senior can save junior's junior brother, all juniors will obey."

Zhao Min really understood this time. As for what Shang Gong Changge explained later, it was dispensable to her and did not have much significance.

No matter the demon or human race, as long as they can save Li Yan, everything doesn't matter.

"You may not quite understand that I can rescue your junior brother, but after the rescue, you can only go with me alone.

From now on, he is he and you are you. At least until you have mastered this skill, you will not have any time to go out.

The reasons are very simple: first, he cannot enter the White Demon Clan; second, he cannot delay your cultivation."

After Shang Gong Changge finished speaking, both parties fell into silence for a while. Only the dense crackling rain hit the restraining shield outside Zhao Min, making a sound that struck his mind.

As for the rainwater on Shanggong Changge's side, when it was a few inches away from her bumpy figure, it was silently blocked, then quietly reintegrated into the continuous rain curtain, and slipped into the earth below.
Chapter completed!