Sure enough, Di Jun went on to say, "As you fellow Daoists can see, my demon race is now flourishing, but the Primordial Wilderness still has the Witch Clan..."
Just as Di Jun was about to speak of recruiting people to deal with the Witch Clan together, an unpleasant sound suddenly came from the banquet.
"Blech..."
Di Jun's expression instantly darkened. Who was it? Who dared make such a sound at the banquet?
Following the sound, he saw Zhun Ti vomiting miserably, while Jie Yin gently patted him from beside him, trying to ease his discomfort.
How could Di Jun fail to see that the two of them were deliberately putting on an act?
They were both innate great deities. How could they possibly vomit from overeating? Even if they truly had eaten too much and felt unwell, they could simply dissolve it with their mana. How could they actually throw up?
What Jie Yin and Zhun Ti had done was truly beneath notice!
Though he deeply despised their behavior, Di Jun could not expose them to their faces.
These two were the Sage's direct disciples, and they also possessed a strand of Primordial Purple Qi. One of them was destined to become a Sage in the future, so for the time being, he could not afford to offend them.
Thus, Di Jun asked mildly, "What is wrong with Fellow Daoist Zhun Ti?"
Jie Yin smiled somewhat awkwardly. "To be honest with the Demon Emperor, the Western Lands are barren. My junior brother and I have never seen so many delicacies before. Many thanks to the Demon Emperor for broadening our horizons this time. It is only that my junior brother carelessly ate a little too much and now feels unwell. My junior brother and I will take our leave