"Fellow Daoist, you should take these back to the Heavenly Court. Kunpeng has no fortune to enjoy them."
Kunpeng swallowed hard but still refused the gifts Bai Ze had brought. These things were not enough to make him sell himself.
"Since that is the case, I will not linger. I only hope that Fellow Daoist will give it careful consideration."
Hearing Kunpeng's words, Bai Ze did not grow angry. He merely gave Kunpeng a strange look, casually said this, and left the North Sea.
What did Bai Ze mean? Had they still not given up? Were they planning to come again? Kunpeng had a headache. Why was the Demon Clan like sticky candy, clinging to him once it had latched on?
Bai Ze had returned empty-handed once again. On his way back, he embellished the news of this visit and spread it everywhere.
He claimed that Kunpeng looked down on the Heavenly Court, said all sorts of things about Di Jun, all sorts of things about the Demon Clan—in short, every word implied that Kunpeng despised the Demon Clan.
This news immediately caused an uproar throughout the Demon Clan. They had not expected Kunpeng to be such a person, yet they had respectfully called him a sage of the Demon Clan.
After this incident, Kunpeng's standing in the hearts of the Demon Clan plummeted. Many demons even began to consider teaching Kunpeng a lesson.
"Bai Ze, your plan is truly excellent. Look at the Demon Clan now—Kunpeng's reputation has already begun to decline."
After returning to the Heavenly Court, Di Jun could not help praising Bai Ze once more.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to rush. Once this storm continues to brew, we will not need to strike first. The Demon Clan will uphold righteousness and push matters forward