The many Demon Kings followed Zhang Yang to eat hotpot with great reluctance.
They did not know why they absolutely had to eat a hotpot meal, but they knew that Blood Demon King and the others had left the Demon Realm only after eating hotpot, and had gone on to reap great rewards.
The many Demon Kings sat down uneasily and looked at the hotpot.
It was still spicy hotpot.
An extraordinarily numbing, extraordinarily spicy hotpot.
Pointing at the hotpot, Zhang Yang said to the many Demon Kings, "Once your cultivation reaches the Demon King Realm, you basically no longer need to eat.
"But in order to gain an appetite, many of you Demon Kings still eat.
"Some of you even enjoy it greatly.
"But I want to ask you something. How many people have ever sat down with you and eaten a meal?"
The many Demon Kings looked at one another, but no one answered.
What a joke—they were Demon Kings!
Supreme and unrivaled.
Who beneath a Demon King was worthy of sitting with them to eat?
Besides, eating was a form of cultivation to them. That made it even more impossible for them to sit with anyone else.
Zhang Yang smiled. "This is the beginning of breaking old conventions!
"Low-level desires can be attained through indulgence; intermediate desires through sinking into depravity; high-level desires through restraint.
"Restraint of what?
"Restrain the pride of you Demon Kings, restrain your identities as Demon Kings, restrain some of your indulgent thoughts.
"For example, right now, put down your airs. Let us properly savor this delicious hotpot together.
"Oh, and this hotpot of mine was not easy to come by.
"It was personally prepared by Slaughter God King. Only someone with my standing could get to eat it.
"No one else could