"Brother Dao, absolutely not. It is no trouble for this poor Daoist to yield this seat to you." Red Cloud suddenly spoke, stepping forward to pull the Daoist back.
"Many thanks, Brother Dao." The Daoist was overjoyed and hurriedly sat down, casually offering his thanks. There was no trace of misery left on his face.
Red Cloud Daoist's expression turned awkward, while the many cultivators in the hall stiffened at once. They looked at Red Cloud as though he were a fool.
Just then, the Daoist seated on Red Cloud's cushion noticed that his senior brother still had no seat and began entertaining other thoughts.
He examined the first five cultivators seated on cushions. Yuanshi and his two brothers were clearly a group of three and not easy to provoke, so he passed them over. Nuwa was a woman, and he could not bring himself to bully one, so he passed her over as well. That left only Kunpeng Daoist, whose face was dark and gloomy.
After weighing his options, a resolute gleam flashed in his eyes. He suddenly turned on Kunpeng Daoist beside him and shouted:
"Who are you? What right do you have to sit alongside me? Get down at once!"
Zhunti's indignant voice echoed through the hall.
"Bastard! You... what did you say?!"
Kunpeng Daoist flew into a rage and roared.
"That's right, Kunpeng. What right do you have to sit above us? Get down here."
Even Taiyi and Dijun shot Kunpeng disdainful looks and joined in the clamor.
We are the sovereigns of the Demon Race, yet we do not even have cushions. You, a cultivator from the Northern Abyss, actually got ahead of us. How could that be allowed?
If he could not sit, then none of them would sit. If there was no opportunity,