"Mm." Zhunti smiled and nodded at Kunpeng, then descended from the golden cloud and led Gungun toward the seats to the right of the main seat, where he sat down.
Zhunti had taken a seat, but Gungun...
Gungun looked around, then asked Kunpeng, who had likewise sat back down, "Don't I get a seat?"
At Gungun's blunt, utterly unceremonious question, Kunpeng raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "No."
"Hmph, not a shred of manners, and you call yourself the Demon Master? As the saying goes, lax teaching is the teacher's failing. Those Ten Suns in the Sky slaughtered the myriad races across the land. I'd say you bear some blame for that too!" Gungun snorted, speaking in a rumbling voice. Then, with a bang, the entire hall shook violently as Gungun plopped straight onto the floor and looked up at Kunpeng.
"You!" Kunpeng rose from his seat in fury, his face brimming with murderous intent as he stared at Gungun.
This bear... really has a death wish!
"Come now, calm down, both of you. You're both mighty Quasi-Saints. You should maintain a peaceful mind, not wound one another with words at the slightest provocation. Gungun, apologize to the Demon Master," Zhunti said.
"Oh." Gungun made no objection to Zhunti's words and obediently agreed, then raised both arms and gave Kunpeng a casual cupped-hand bow.
Gungun was the Witch Scribe, while Kunpeng was the Demon Master. Even though Kunpeng would betray the Demon Race in the future, the incidents involving rescuing Ao Yue and the Vermilion Bird Banner meant they could never become friends. Thus, Gungun never went out of the way to curry favor with Kunpeng, behaving however felt most natural.
What? How is that being casual? You're deliberately offending him!
*So what if I offend him? As for the