"You don't have a choice," Han Li said.
"That's too much," Bai Keqing bit her silver teeth, a look of anger appearing on her stunningly enchanting face.
She had accepted being one of the nine Dao companions, and yet he still wanted her to be the ninth?
She was of the True Martial Realm, she was the lofty queen of the Demon Clan, when had she ever been so humble?
Not even regarding the second Dao companion of the Demon Emperor with any significance, and now, to be one of your nine Dao companions, you should be thankful, and yet you still demean me?
Seeing Bai Keqing's angry face, Han Li explained, "In my eyes, all of you have the same status, there's no distinction between junior and senior."
"I know that cultivation for the Demon Clan progresses slowly, with your talents, to reach the second level of the True Martial Realm would probably take over two hundred years, right?"