Kun Peng chuckled to himself.
He wasn't a fool!
How could a Demon God who was so respectful toward Di Jun suddenly act so
rashly at a moment like this?
Just look at Bi Fang—with his fiery temper and impulsive, reckless manner. He wasn't the sort of person who would say something like that!
It seemed his friend Di Jun was willing to grant him the position of "Emperor."
But the Demon Race might not be so willing!
Who would want another "Your Majesty" ruling over them?
Or perhaps Di Jun—or one of the other Demon Emperors—had put him up to this.
Kun Peng smiled at once.
It was the first time he had smiled in Di Jun's presence.
Then he said:
"What that fellow said makes sense!"
"I've only just joined the Demon Race. How could I claim such a high position right away?"
"I'll have to accomplish something first, so the entire Demon Race will accept me wholeheartedly!"
Kun Peng also made up his mind.
I, Kun Peng, am no freeloader!
Di Jun was overjoyed.
Did that mean he agreed?
He burst into delighted laughter, throwing his head back.
"Hahaha..."
"With Friend Kun Peng joining the Demon Race, we're sure to grow stronger and greater, and reach new heights of glory!"
Kun Peng smiled too, meeting Di Jun's gaze.
"I'll be counting on Your Majesty's guidance from now on!"
"I've only just joined the Demon Race and haven't done anything for it yet, so I'll join as an unaffiliated cultivator for now!"
"Once I've earned merit and made a contribution, we can discuss it then!"
Di Jun hesitated.
"But... how can that be?"
Di Jun seemed somewhat reluctant, but when he saw the determination in Kun Peng's eyes,
he let out a sigh.
"Very well!"
"But I have