On the grass floor of the great tent, Lionheart King and Eagle King lay upon the two seats of honor, while the other generals were arranged before them in an orderly scatter.
The Demon Race was not as rigidly hierarchical as the Human Race, and the generals' positions were somewhat disorderly.
But generally speaking, the closer one was to the seats of honor, the more highly one was regarded.
Eagle King had clearly come as a refugee, yet he still received Lionheart King's respect.
After all, the Bird Race held a far higher position among the Demon Race than ordinary beast races.
In the Human Realm, thanks to Champion King, the Lion King Army held a higher status than the Eagle King Army. But in the Demon Realm, the Lion Race generally remained beneath the Eagle Race.
The other generals did not care about Eagle King's status. Instead, they looked suspiciously at Tree-Horn King beside him.
A vegetarian deer demon—what gave him the right to be treated by Eagle King as an honored guest, with even Lionheart King raising no objection?
Eagle King swept his gaze over the generals, coughed lightly, and said, "Tree-Horn King was the one who discovered that Li Qingxian is a Son of Fortune. Moreover, unlike the other generals, he has fought Li Qingxian time and again despite repeated defeats. No one among the Demon Race understands Li Qingxian as well as he does."
Most demon generals were straightforward sorts. Hearing "fought time and again despite repeated defeats," they were awed and nodded one after another.
But after a while, those straightforward minds tied themselves in knots. Did that not mean Tree-Horn King had been losing all along?
Lionheart King glanced at Eagle King and played along. "As far as I know, the million-strong Idle Prince