"Brother Shen, the Demon Clan is the mortal enemy of us Demon Race. I will naturally fight them with all my strength. I can join forces with you, Brother Shen, and Fangcun Mountain—but if you wish for me to join hands with those immortals and Buddhas, then spare me the suggestion!" Bull Demon King said, abruptly changing his tone midway through. His final words rang with absolute force.
Shen Luo's expression stiffened. Though he did not know the identities of those within the Heavenly Register Fragment Realm, he could sense that they seemed deeply connected to the immortals and Buddhas.
"I know roughly a little about the conflict between you and the immortals and Buddhas, Brother Bull, but those are old grudges. Resisting the Demon Clan together is what matters most now. Why not set aside your past enmities for the time being...?" he persuaded.
"Brother Shen, it is not something as simple as a grudge. My hatred for the immortals and Buddhas runs as deep as the sea; we cannot exist under the same sky! If you speak on their behalf again, then we can no longer even be friends." Bull Demon King waved a hand, cutting Shen Luo off. His expression had become exceedingly cold.
Seeing this, Shen Luo found it inappropriate to say anything further. He instead spoke with Bull Demon King about what he had seen and heard at Flower Fruit Mountain, eventually turning to matters of cultivation.
Bull Demon King's cultivation was profound, and he was highly knowledgeable about the cultivation methods of humans, immortals, and Buddhas alike. Often, just a sentence or two from him would enlighten Shen Luo completely.
The two conversed for most of the day before Bull Demon King finally took his leave.
The moment the other man departed, Shen Luo's