Song Haoran had been a little busy these past few days.
Because the World Supernatural Association had already been established, preparations for the Divine Land regional branch had also been put on the agenda.
This time, the first major task for nearly all the member countries of the Supernatural Association—especially the council members—after the conference ended was to establish branches in their respective regions.
At this moment, the Shenzhou Daoist Sect was arguing fiercely with the members of the demon alliance over the branch.
Of course, because this was the Forbidden City, they could not actually fight. Even those with short tempers could not start a fight. At most, they could spit, curse each other's mothers, or take off their shoes and throw them.
And this situation would probably continue for some time.
Because the Supernatural Conference had provisionally divided the area within three hundred kilometers of the Forbidden City into a demon autonomous region, the Daoist Association seemed determined to win the position of branch director this time.
"Little Song, do you have any way to make these demons voluntarily give up their bid for branch director?"
This time, none of the true bigwigs of the Daoist Sect had personally entered the fray... The demons had not either. All the shouting was being done by people below them.
Song Haoran was still one of the people below them, so he could only shout along with the others.
"That's right, Little Song. Look, at the Power Conference, hardly any of these demons even took the field. We Daoists were the ones who hit the most balls. What gives them the right to come and take the spoils now?"
What gave Song Haoran a headache was that Daoists and demons were natural enemies. No matter what it was, whenever demons were