An azure bull rose into the air, carrying a man seated sideways on his back.
The man wore blue robes.
He held a paper fan.
He looked like a True Immortal out of legend.
The bull was Niu Dali.
The man was Qin Shujian.
As for the paper fan, he had merely made it on the spot to keep up appearances.
The azure bull had only just taken flight.
Qin Shujian said calmly, "Wait a moment!"
"Uh, yes."
Niu Dali had yet to fully adjust to being a mount, and it took him a moment to react.
"Ji Zhou, Wu Shan, come before me."
His voice was not loud, yet it carried across the entire Lion-Tiger Plains.
Every demonic beast that heard it prostrated itself on the ground, not daring to move a muscle.
Soon.
The two flew into the air and appeared before Qin Shujian.
"Greetings, Qin Emperor!"
After bowing in salute, they looked at the azure bull beneath Qin Shujian, their expressions turning somewhat peculiar.
Those looks.
Made Niu Dali very unhappy.
"What are you staring at? Never seen a mount before?"
No sooner had he spoken.
Than the folding fan tapped his head, instantly shutting him up.
"The Myriad Races Battlefield will open in a few days. The Mountain-Breaking Race and the Thousand-Eyed Race are subordinate to the Demon Race, but that was settled a long time ago. I hope your two races will ally with the Human Race.
"Otherwise, with the tide of events sweeping forward, your two races may well be wiped out on the spot.
"You two have rendered considerable service to our Human Race. I do not wish to take up arms against your races lightly."
Qin Shujian spoke calmly, his expression composed.
This matter.
He had already discussed it with Ji Zhou