As these words were spoken, the atmosphere fell into a dead silence.
The Vermilion Bird stood in a daze for a moment, then came to its senses and burst into laughter, saying, "Lord, you're so good at joking. What having children, it's truly humorous, hahaha..."
Zhu Wujiang remained expressionless, staying silent.
"Ha... ha..."
The Vermilion Bird's smile gradually stiffened, its voice turning dry as it said, "You can't be serious, can you?"
"Do you have any objections?" Zhu Wujiang retorted.
"Not exactly, it's just too sudden. I'm not mentally prepared," the Vermilion Bird swallowed and said cautiously, "Moreover, with your status, privately... ahem, communicating with the Human Race, and even wanting to have children, isn't that a bit outrageous?"
"I already carry some Human Race bloodline within me, so as you said, I'm also a product of human-demon relations," Zhu Wujiang said indifferently.
