"Hahaha!"
"Good! Well done."
Di Jun was in high spirits, feeling utterly pleased.
With his own strength, Li Mo had defeated Zhu Rong and nearly killed him, greatly bolstering the Demon Race's prestige.
At the same time, he looked toward the pair from the West, Daoist Yuanshi, and the others.
"The Demon Race is about to hold a celebration that will last three days. If you fellow Daoists have time, you're welcome to stay and have a celebratory drink!"
Watching him smile, Daoist Jieyin forced an awkward smile and shook his head. "No, no. We still have matters to attend to at Mount Sumeru. Heavenly Emperor, please enjoy the festivities."
With that, Jieyin and Zhunti hurriedly disappeared.
Daoist Yuanshi and Daoist Minghe also left without a word.
In the crowd, Yuanfeng glared at Daoist Yuanshi with furrowed brows and said indignantly, "Let me go teach that fellow a lesson! This whole dispute wouldn't have happened if not for Daoist Yuanshi."
Tongtian Daoist remained silent. With his head bowed, no one could tell what he was thinking.
"Let him go. What we need to do now is celebrate properly, don't you think?" As he spoke, Li Mo took Yuanfeng's slender hand and drew her into his arms.
For a moment, all the powerful figures stared wide-eyed at the scene.
Yuanfeng's cheeks flushed. She pushed Li Mo's hand away and said, "If we're celebrating, then let's celebrate! Why do you have to do that?"
"They can celebrate their way, and we'll celebrate ours!"
Then Li Mo took a jar of wine from his person and tossed it to Di Jun behind him.
"Big brother, this wine has been stored for ten thousand years. Share it with everyone. Remember to dilute it—make it a bit weaker."
Di Jun was taken aback. The wine