A Three-legged Golden Crow flew out of the Sun Star and circled above Wang Shi's head.
In the blink of an eye, he had assumed human form and appeared beside Wang Shi.
Wang Shi smiled faintly.
"Your Majesty, it truly has been many years. You're as splendid as ever."
Demon Emperor Dijun looked somewhat dispirited.
"What splendor? There really is no place left in the Primordial World for old relics like us."
"This is the Human Race's glorious age. Our Demon Tribe has already become a thing of the past."
"Now, I'm afraid we aren't even worthy of carrying the Human Race's shoes."
There was a hint of self-mockery in his words.
Wang Shi waved a hand. "Not so, Your Majesty. Don't belittle yourself."
"The Human Race is indeed formidable, but only the Human Emperor is particularly powerful."
"As for the rest, they merely rely on strength in numbers."
"But if we're only talking about numbers, the Demon Tribe still has the upper hand."
The Demon Emperor nodded slightly, neither disputing his words nor continuing the conversation.
He had seen plenty of this sort of thing.
Precisely because he had seen so much of it, he understood all the more clearly that these were merely words of comfort.
"Fellow Daoist Stone Spirit, may I ask what brings you here?"
Wang Shi laughed heartily. Naturally, he knew that the Demon Emperor harbored some anger. After all, he had been the one to persuade the Demon Tribe to withdraw back then.
Now that the Demon Tribe had withdrawn, the Human Race had seized the opportunity to rise and was more glorious than ever. By comparison, the Demon Tribe had gradually declined.
Still, Wang Shi had his own ideas about all this. He simply had not put them into practice yet.
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