Dijun helplessly facepalmed and sighed.
"No hope. Truly no hope. Can't you show a little ambition? You're a Demon Saint of the Demon Court—beneath one, above ten thousand!"
As he spoke, he stretched out both hands and frantically shook Demon Saint Ci Tie.
Trying to yank him back from that land of tenderness.
Demon Saint Ci Tie came back to his senses, a blank look on his face.
He suddenly began counting on his fingers.
"One for Your Majesty, two for His Majesty the Eastern Emperor, three for His Majesty Xi Huang, four for the Demon Master, five for the Strategist..."
Dijun raised a brow, asking in confusion.
"What... are you counting?"
Demon Saint Ci Tie said with a chuckle.
"Your Majesty said I'm beneath one and above ten thousand, so I'm counting."
As soon as the words fell, Dijun's eyes abruptly went vacant. With a relieved laugh, he said, "With crack troops and fierce generals like you, how could the Demon Court fail to prosper?"
Demon Saint Ci Tie immediately replied in excitement.
"Your Majesty overpraises me, hehe~"
Just as Dijun was about to lose it and start cursing, Li Yuan's projection suddenly appeared in every venue.
"The venues require upgrades and renovations and will be closed for a thousand years. Please remain seated, hold on tight, and leave in an orderly fashion according to the sequence."
"Do not crowd, do not walk abreast, and do not chase or roughhouse. Watch out for slippery floors."
Dijun lifted his head and looked around the venue, only to see the many lights gradually beginning to go out.
At the same time, Dijiang walked over and said coldly, "When the venue reopens next time, you and I will have a fight. Let me see what you're made of."
With a look of