Qin Yang felt rather embarrassed. He had indeed said he would make arrangements for the Azure Ox Demons afterward, but he had genuinely forgotten.
He had not expected Wedding Garments to be so generous, directly bringing the Azure Ox Demon Race back to the Great Wilderness. With Wedding Garments there, the Azure Ox Demon Race naturally would not suffer. Their routine lightning strikes would probably become nothing more than going through the motions.
Moreover, with Wedding Garments behind them, while the Azure Ox Demons mingled within the Great Ying Divine Dynasty, no one would dare pick a fight with them anytime soon. Going after the Azure Ox Demons would be the same as slapping the New Emperor across the face. Most people still wanted to stay alive.
Fortunately, this had not ended up unfinished. If word got out, would it not damage his Golden Reputation?
After learning from the pain, Qin Yang reflected on himself and finally discovered where the problem lay.
The Little Notebook.
As the saying went, the palest ink was better than the best memory. There was nothing wrong with using a Little Notebook to keep track of things, but now he had discovered a loophole: everything recorded in it seemed to involve grudges and enmities.
That would not do. The original purpose of the Little Notebook was to record things that needed doing; he could not let it go down such a narrow path. This incident was a reminder that he needed to remember other matters too.
He could not keep thinking only about sending everyone who bore a grudge against him off to the afterlife. That was not good.
Having reflected on himself, Qin Yang decided to mend his ways. Thus, he took out a new Little Notebook and recorded the matter of the Azure