"Then..."
He Pingsheng asked, "Senior, are you also a human?"
"Of course..." The old man paused, then continued, "Not!"
Not?
That left He Pingsheng even more puzzled. You're not human, yet you would honor your promise and give something this good to the Human Race instead of leaving it to your own descendants?
What a man of loyalty and feeling.
But... perhaps he swore some sort of Heavenly Dao Oath.
Who knows!
"What?" The old man stared at He Pingsheng. "You seem to have doubts?"
Even if He Pingsheng had doubts, he dared not voice them. He could only offer a casual excuse. "I've always thought only cultivators below the Spirit Transformation Stage could enter the Netherworld Emperor Palace. I never imagined you could enter as well, Senior!"
"Of course!" The old man flicked his sleeves. "Otherwise, why do you think I stationed someone to guard the entrance to that Secret Realm?"
"Without a guard, cultivators at the Spirit Transformation Stage, Void Refinement Realm, and even Body Integration Realm would all get in. Wouldn't the Secret Realm turn into a pot of boiling chaos?"
He Pingsheng nodded. He hurriedly stood and bowed to the old man again. "This junior, Dragon Hibernate, pays his respects to Your Majesty, the Vermilion Bird Demon Emperor..."
If he still failed to realize who stood before him now, he might as well find a block of tofu and bash himself to death against it.
"Hahahaha..." The Vermilion Bird Demon Emperor roared with laughter. "You've finally recognized me!"
With that, he waved his gray sleeve again. "No need to be so polite. Spare the formalities!"
"Sit down and talk. This so-called Demon Emperor is merely an honorary title my fellow cultivators in the Spirit Realm kindly bestowed upon me because my cultivation reached that level!"
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