After speaking, it gave a slight bow, its manner humble, like a venerable sage of the Human Race.
At the same time, outside the Heavenly Palace, ripples spread across the air as a hazy figure slowly materialized from the clouds and mist. Clad in coarse hemp robes, his back straight, his bearing transcendent yet returning to simplicity, he carried a Big Black Shovel over his shoulder. Smiling, he said to the Yellow Wind Monster, "Your courteous manner does carry something of Human Dao Civilization."
The Yellow Wind Monster cupped its hands, its posture unchanged. "You flatter me, Great Immortal. I have long heard your mighty name, as thunderous as it is renowned. Now that you have come to my door, might it be that this old man or some junior of my clan has done something wrong?"
"Something wrong?"
Qin He shook his head at that. "Where did that come from? I'm afraid this is no longer a matter of right and wrong, but an offense against the harmony of Heaven. I came today for no other reason than to send you all on your way."
One did not strike a smiling face. Had it been any other strange entity, Qin He would have already greeted it with a shovel.
Yet this old monster's courteous appearance made it difficult for Qin He to skip the step of courtesy before force.
"What arrogance!"
"Aren't you afraid the wind will be so strong it twists your tongue?"
"Do you take our ancestor for a vegetarian?"
"Green Ox Pseudo-Immortal, you are nothing special!"
"..."
The moment Qin He finished speaking, the Rat Demons flew into a rage and began cursing him one after another.
"Silence!"
The Yellow Wind Monster slowly closed its eyes and drew a deep breath before roaring out. Then it