Zhang Chen was welcomed into the royal palace. Chen Sanliang ordered a grand feast laid out, and the entire palace celebrated, loudly proclaiming Zhang Chen's arrival.
Zhang Chen's arrival multiplied the deterrent power of Chen Sanliang's forces severalfold, silencing the restless human lords in the surrounding regions. The major tribes of the Human Demon Race also went into hiding one after another.
Zhang Chen did not refuse Chen Sanliang's use of him for publicity. Instead, he cooperated fully, attending the banquet and accepting the homage of all sides.
After a round of feasting and drinking, Zhang Chen and Chen Sanliang slipped into one of the palace halls for a private drink. There were no palace maids serving within the entire hall.
Chen Sanliang personally filled Zhang Chen's cup. "This time, you have done me an enormous favor. With you showing yourself, the Human Demon Race can enjoy at least a hundred years of stability. My Chen family will have more time to bring the Human Demon Race under control."
"Why make it so troublesome? Shall I act for you and assassinate all the Privileged Class of the Human Demon Race?" Zhang Chen asked casually, raising his wine cup.
"No! Absolutely not!" Chen Sanliang hurriedly stopped him. "If you assassinate most of the Human Demon Race's rulers, it will surely plunge them into civil strife. Should human lords attack then, the destruction of the Human Demon Race would be right before our eyes." A thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.
Zhang Chen said no more and changed the subject. "Would you be willing to enter a secret realm and seal yourself away, awaiting the Golden Age of the future?"
Chen Sanliang fell silent for a long time. Struggle showed in his eyes, and only after quite a while did he speak.