"Whoosh!"
They had eaten and drunk their fill.
Out on the street, Gray Civet stretched lazily, stepped into the inn, and sighed, "Though the situation doesn't seem to have changed much, just having him around makes me inexplicably feel a lot more at ease."
"Is that so?"
Old He walked in noncommittally. He admitted that Demon King Lin was different from most of the casual demon kings he had met.
Right from their first meeting, the man commanded high regard, carrying the same youthful arrogance and high-spirited vigor as the young master.
Yet many things in this world could not be accomplished by mere daring and ruthlessness alone; strength and tactical means remained the most crucial factors.
"Hmph."
Gray Civet glanced back at the old man and scoffed, "Then why did you sit down earlier?"
Old He's footsteps paused slightly, and his entire face quickly flushed red.
After struggling for a long time, he finally squeezed out a blank-faced sentence, "Consider it paying you back."
Lin Shu's earlier words had ignited a spark of hope at the bottom of Old He's heart.
He simply was not yet accustomed to this kind of role reversal.
In the past he always gave the orders while mortal demon kings carried them out, but now he had become the one taking orders and doing the work, so there was bound to be an emotional gap for a time.
Yet there was no help for it. Even for a relatively minor goal like searching for the young master's remains, he was completely at a loss and had lost his own judgment.
Though Demon King Lin's strength was not particularly high, he was bold, willing to think, and willing to act.
Old He truly needed a substitute for the young master to guide him now, even