Chapter 2477: Demon Clan 9

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

“How could I ever mistake you for Sister? Even if I were old, blind, and couldn’t recognize Sister, I still wouldn’t mistake you for her,” asserted the Dao Child of the Demon Clan confidently.

The unwavering certainty in the Dao Child’s words bolstered the belief of the First Elder in the authenticity of her identity.

In truth, when she assumed the role of the Clan Leader of the Demon Clan, he had already more or less acknowledged her as the rightful leader. Occupying the position of the Clan Leader required more than mere ascension; it demanded recognition from the seat itself.

The seat for the Clan Leader of the Demon Clan possessed a unique ability to discern authenticity, confirming her rightful claim to the position.

However…

The current predicament of the Demon Clan added a layer of complexity to the situation.

The First Elder grappled with various concerns beyond the possibility of her being a counterfeit Clan Leader.

The Dao Child’s distinct behavior in her presence, marked by a protective and almost childlike demeanor, raised additional considerations. Expressing these concerns to him would likely fall on deaf ears, or worse, elicit an even stronger protective response. The First Elder chose to withhold his thoughts.

He sensed that she had tacitly acknowledged her role as Clan Leader in front of him, yet he hesitated to relinquish complete control of the clan at this juncture.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Gu Chaoyan slumped onto the bed, her face reflecting a mix of frustration and fatigue.

Pretending to be the Clan Leader of the Demon Clan proved immensely challenging.

Merely occupying the Clan Leader’s throne depleted almost all of her spiritual energy. Considering the myriad challenges looming over the Demon Clan, her current half-step Golden Immortal cultivation seemed inadequate for the responsibilities befitting the Clan Leader.

‘It’s time to go.’

She needed to leave before her ruse unraveled.

As grateful as she was for the protective nature of the Demon Clan’s Dao Child, it posed a hindrance to her movements.

The Dragonman lay on a nearby table, observing her with bewilderment, unable to comprehend the distress etched on her face.

“Why the troubled expression? Weren’t you pretending to be the Clan Leader of the Demon Clan? What’s bothering you?” inquired the Dragonman, casually munching on a Spirit Stone. In this realm, Spirit Stones were as common as rocks, and the Dragonman relished consuming them, finding them suitable for the Dragon Race.

Gu Chaoyan contemplated her situation, resolving to take things one step at a time.

“This step isn’t bad,” she conceded.

The Dragonman regarded her with a hint of disdain, recalling her initial timidity upon entering the second world. He compared her to the White Deer, both exhibiting a fearfulness he found perplexing. Despite his judgment, he grudgingly followed her.

“If you decide to escape, return the gold, silver, and jewelry my father left me. I won’t follow you to meet our demise,” the Dragonman declared, brandishing his ultimatum.

Gu Chaoyan felt irritation bubbling within her, choosing to disregard the Dragonman’s comment.

Abruptly, another knock echoed, jolting Gu Chaoyan and nearly causing her to lose her balance.

Who could it be?

She hadn’t given any instructions to anyone, and their unexpected presence piqued her curiosity.

Startled, Gu Chaoyan cautiously opened the door.

“Sister.”