"Senior Martial Brother, what did Di Jun mean by that? What did he mean, saying we'd never seen anything good? I was only afraid they'd waste it, so I thought I'd take it back to nurture the living beings of the Western Lands."
Zhunti was somewhat displeased by Di Jun's remarks. He was belittling the horizons of him and his senior martial brother.
"Enough, Junior Martial Brother. Behave yourself. This is someone else's territory. Everything we've eaten has already taken advantage of them. So what if they say a few words? A few words won't hurt or affect us in any way!"
That made sense. Zhunti felt that his senior martial brother was right. Their mouths belonged to them; they could say whatever they wanted, while he could take whatever he wanted. This time, he had to seize the chance to take more.
"Di Jun, why didn't you invite us when your Demon Clan held a feast?"
A booming voice suddenly interrupted everyone's conversation. They looked outside and saw Big Man walk in, carrying a pheasant.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I couldn't stop him! Please punish me, Your Majesty!"
A bruised and battered demon general hurried in after him. The moment he entered, he dropped to his knees and kowtowed, terrified of provoking Di Jun's wrath.
"Di Jun, you're not going to be so petty that you take it out on a mere gate guard, are you? Hahaha!"
Upon hearing Big Man's words, the demon general's heart leaped into his throat.
"It's fine. Withdraw. This isn't your fault."
Di Jun told the demon general to leave, then turned to Big Man. The smile on his face vanished as well.
"Zhu Rong, what does our Demon Clan's feast have to do with your Twelve Ancestral Witches?"
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