Jiao and Aoliu, along with a handful of Foundation Establishment School members born among the Later Demon Race, stood behind Wang Qi.
These past few days, they seemed to have something they wanted to say to Wang Qi, yet stopped themselves every time. Ever since Wang Qi returned to Hometown, their attitudes had become somewhat strange.
At first, Wang Qi thought these people would eventually speak up. Aoliu had always been rebellious; a few emotional issues would not stop him from opening his mouth. And Jiao was kind by nature—if it truly was something important, she would definitely say it.
Yet they had remained silent all this time.
After turning it over in his mind, Wang Qi roughly found the reason.
After assigning their tasks, he kept several Later Demon Race disciples behind and asked, "What exactly is it that you want to say?"
A look of shame and anger appeared on Aoliu's face, his fists clenched tight. Jiao, meanwhile, fidgeted a little. "Um... I heard from the elders that, Teacher, you fought side by side with His Majesty before?"
Jiao was of the Later Demon Race. When she addressed "His Majesty" without any prefix, she generally meant the Demon Emperor specifically.
Wang Qi shook his head. "That did not really count as 'fighting side by side.' At most, I drew the enemy's attention in front of him, got beaten half to death, and held on until His Majesty the Demon Emperor came to save me. Calling it 'side by side' gives me far too much credit."
Say, do you want to ask whether your emperor has been doing well? How am I supposed to answer that? 'Not only is he doing great, he's even entered his sunset years' or something?
Jiao lowered her head, her voice as faint as