"Xi Huang, what do you think?"
Seated high above, Demon Emperor Dijun fixed Fuxi with a piercing gaze and asked in a deep voice.
"The Demon Master's proposal is naturally excellent, but my sister has already become a Sage. What I say no longer counts. I can only go and try."
His expression somewhat awkward, Fuxi sighed inwardly and answered Dijun helplessly.
"It is not as though we are asking Sage Nuwa to stand up for the Demon Race and fight the Witch Clan. What is so difficult about that?"
"Could it be that Xi Huang is deliberately making excuses?"
With a cold snort, Eastern Emperor Taiyi said in dissatisfaction.
"Imperial Brother, silence!"
"Xi Huang has devoted himself heart and soul to the Demon Race. He has his own difficulties in this matter."
His gaze blazing, Dijun sternly rebuked Taiyi.
"In that case, I will accompany him and petition Sage Nuwa."
"The Demon Race's Celestial Wedding must be carried through!"
His eyes resolute and locked tightly onto Fuxi, Taiyi spoke in a deep voice.
"Very well."
Fuxi nodded and could only agree.
There were certain things he could not say as an elder brother, but if Eastern Emperor Taiyi spoke on behalf of the Demon Race, there was indeed a greater chance of persuading Nuwa to preside over the Demon Race's Celestial Wedding.
"Demon Emperor, if you wish to hold a Celestial Wedding, you alone will not suffice."
"This time, when you and the Eastern Emperor went to the Lunar Star to propose to Xihe, did she agree?"
All of a sudden, Demon Master Kunpeng asked.
"The Sun Star and Lunar Star were both formed from the eyes of Father God Pangu. This Celestial Wedding is the tide of destiny."
His gaze sharp, Dijun did not answer directly, merely speaking