Wang Ling spoke calmly. Yes, this was its pride. As the one who had always been considered the foremost among the Peacock Demon Clan's younger generation, even the royal youths of the Peacock Demon Clan would treat it with utmost respect. It possessed extraordinary talent; at just twelve years old, it had manifested the Peacock Golden Crown, yet it never slackened, continually striving hard.
At the age of sixteen, Wang Han had told it that it was the most outstanding among the younger generation of the Peacock Demon Clan and that in the future, it stood a chance of becoming the next patriarch. The Peacock Demon Clan faced pressure from the Ancestral Court, and only the emergence of an Emperor could solve all problems.
