He was no fool either. With just a little thought, he understood how those rumors had arisen and why, but...
Understanding was one thing; dealing with them was another.
He could not return the strand of Kunpeng's true spirit held within the Demon-Summoning Banner, nor could he grant him too much authority. As for mobilizing the entire Demon Race to gather rare materials from everywhere and build him a Litter unrivaled in the Primordial World, that was frankly unrealistic too. Taiyi would certainly object, and the Ten Great Demon Sages would have their own complaints.
After all, although Kunpeng had earned credit for creating Demon Script, he had never gone to war for the Demon Race even once. He had no military achievements whatsoever, putting him far behind the battle-hardened Ten Great Demon Sages in that respect. Rewarding him with something else was fine, but making such an enormous fuss for his sake was somewhat inappropriate.
Yet if he ignored the matter and allowed the gossip to continue spreading, Kunpeng would likely grow disillusioned with him and find it difficult to give his all to his duties in the future.
At that thought, Dijun rubbed his brow. This petty trick of the Witch Race was truly difficult to handle. What exactly should he do?
"Her Majesty the Heavenly Empress has arrived!" An announcement rang out. Then bright moonlight spilled into the Jade Pool, revealing an exquisite goddess in a white immortal gown, regal and elegant, with two ranks of maidservants following behind her.
"We pay our respects to Her Majesty the Heavenly Empress!" The many immortal officials within the Jade Pool bowed to the newcomer, their voices respectful.
"Rise." Xi He smiled.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" the immortals replied, straightening up as Xi He walked toward Dijun, who occupied the