Wang Mingchen looked coldly at Xuan Yu. "Is the Black Tortoise line of the Extreme Cold Ice Plains about to die out? Why have you sent just anyone here as an envoy?
My Imperial Father is the strongest in the Northern Abyss Cultivation World. Even the great demon king of your Demon Race must show him three parts respect.
You are merely a peak Fourth-order Demon Race member. What right do you have to order my Imperial Father about?"
Xuan Yu immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, but he was of the Black Tortoise line. Swallowing a weight and refusing to budge was a hereditary craft.
His stubborn temper flared, and he simply refused to admit his mistake.
Afraid that this would turn into a major incident, Cold Flood Dragon hastily said, "Xuan Yu is clumsy with words and does not know how to speak properly.
Though his words offended the Supreme Emperor, it was an unintentional mistake. I hope Your Majesty will not blame him."
Wang Shouye snorted. "It is hardly strange for the Demon Race to be ignorant of etiquette.
But Fourth-order demons are no less intelligent than humans. The Extreme Cold Ice Plains are vast and boundless, and there should be no shortage of Fourth-order demons there. Could you not even find one who knows how to speak?"
This question left Cold Flood Dragon extremely embarrassed. There were quite a few demons who understood etiquette.
But the Black Tortoise Bloodline was already scarce, and all of them were stubborn by nature. Finding one who understood etiquette was exceedingly difficult.
Moreover, in the Extreme Cold Ice Plains, the Black Tortoise line held a very high status.
How could the Black Tortoise line be absent from discussions of such a major matter?
With no other choice,