"Marquis of Chu, I appreciate your kindness. It is Long'er's good fortune to follow you, but do not bring up the matter of the Dragon Palace sending troops again!"
The great hall sank into deathly silence once more.
All the Demon Kings fell silent as cicadas in winter, not even daring to draw a deep breath.
They feared that this human, more savage than even the Demon Race, would fly into another frenzy and unleash a slaughter in the Dragon Palace.
Li Xinge quietly watched the Eldest Princess, trying to discern something from her face.
Suddenly, he smiled.
There was neither anger nor the humiliation-fueled fury of rejection.
He clapped his hands lightly.
"Clap, clap, clap."
The crisp clapping sounded especially piercing in the great hall.
"So much for a dragon having no standing without keeping its word."
Neither joy nor anger could be heard in Li Xinge's voice.
"Today, I have certainly had my eyes opened. Since you have made up your mind, Eldest Princess, I naturally will not force your hand."
He slowly rose.
He brushed nonexistent dust from his plain white robes.
"I thoroughly enjoyed this meal. Eldest Princess, I bid you farewell."
With that said.
He looked at the two trembling little boys behind him.
"Come with me," he said evenly.
Without waiting for the two little boys to respond.
Li Xinge turned around and walked toward the doors, his expression calm.
The two little boys followed behind Li Xinge without the slightest hesitation.
Yet the more unruffled Li Xinge appeared.
The more uneasy everyone felt.
The Eldest Princess watched Li Xinge's retreating figure.
Her lips moved.
But in the end, she said nothing.
In a corner, the Qinghe Dragon King glanced around at the Demon Kings, then looked at the Eldest Princess, hesitating to speak.